Sydel And Nautilous- Bitter Sweet Love Like Poison...

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Below Is The Account That Leads Up to Now-



..Suicide ° Blonde..

Sydel Deathhaze
..I died at the hands of an angel...Gently betrayed with a kiss..


says to .:Naughty Nautilous:..:T: oo..tiny!

..it all seemed to spiral ever so quickly..one moment she was there within a quickly disintegrating room..headless children giggling and dancing..dolls haunting..ground shaking..and then this..silence..such a creepy sound it was..like a child wandering into a darkened room her steps were cautious..her curioisity was peaked..her mind reeling..seeking out any flicker of an image..any scrap of sound..but there was nothing more than the gentle padding of her own slippered feet..and That was a sound she hadn't heard in a few months now..she hated being a part of the spirit world..only having the ability to toy with people..to frighten them off..sure it had its moments..but it grew so boring..so very quickly..it would be then..that one particular moment when all would quickly catch up with her..all that had just occured..and she'd topple..crumbling down to her knees..like someone had just cut the strings upon her..the puppet..turning her hands around..palms facing upwards..the usually perfectly pale flesh was splattered with blood and brain matter..too was the thick fabric of her skirts..like someone had just..splattered her with it..her gaze widened a little..blood was nothing..it was just a sticky substance that she dealt with on a daily basis..child..adult..animal..it was all the same..but this..this was different..this was His blood..his blood on her hands..she was now caught up in a predicament of her own doing..it was true she had did her homework..she had conjured up the lifeless bodies...the souls of children known..had taken a firm hold upon the haunted orphanage..she knew what she needed to survive..she knew what she needed to obtain a new body..and she was going to do whatever it took to succeed..even if it meant sacrificing her own child..though..perhaps deep down..if it did come to that..she wasn't entirely sure if she would have been able to do it..damn him..Damn him for being right..he predicted that would happen..she remembered that..on that one fateful afternoon..in that field..when he forced her down..when he took all control from her..he told her that she would have killed for the child..and that she'd do anything to make sure of its safety..Damn him..she quickly wiped her hands down upon the sides of her skirts and lept back to her feet..there had to be a way out..she couldn't be locked back in that box..-

(00:21:34 )
.:Naughty Nautilous:.
.:Tinker…Tailor:.
.:Sailor…Spy:.
.:It’s So Fun To Watch You Die:.
.:Gone For Now But Not Forgotten:.
.:A Touch of Pleasure for the Hell You’ve Boughten:.
says to ..Suicide ° Blonde..Syde: *He had known that, some day, he would give his life up. Be it for You, or for Athena. Two women who had such varying degrees of control on him, his heart, his soul, his mind. From the moment he met Athena, to the moment he had met you, his life was torn in two very different directions. The part of him that was the sinner and the part of him that wanted to be a saint. You couldn’t have them both at once, and so it had caused a massive rift in his mind. When it had come to this, he knew. As soon as he saw those kids, it was game over for him, regardless of what he might have wanted to do, or tried to do. Sacrificing himself had nuked what was going to be achieved, saved the people he knew and cared about…but had also probably done some serious damage to his marriage. Athena wouldn’t look away, he knew this better than anyone. Knew she would watch to the end before doing what she had to do. This…would scar her for many, many centuries if it ever went away at all. As it stood, he was there…looking down at his body as he stood between planes of existence. Not dead, not alive, but someplace in between. Not even a ghost… It was…odd. And he didn’t enjoy the feeling. Why wasn’t he dead, really dead? That was something to figure out. He could see you clear as day though, and he stood and crossed his arms, looking at you.*
”We’re even now, Aren’t we? A life for a life… Though I got to say…My way was a lot less messy… “
*He would bend over near his body, and pull the knives out of the rapidly cooling body. When they pulled free, it would seem that he still had some means for something… Not a ghost at all… He shook his head and slid the knives into his pants, wiping his own blood off on his black jacket.*
”Seems we are both stuck somewhere in the middle, I think… Though why didn’t you wait Sydel? Why did you have to do this, become a poltergeist and use the souls of my own children against me? That was a blow below the belt, even for you love. If you could have held on a little longer, I would have had what I needed to make you a new body and released you into it. Seems you are stuck with my old shell now though. Once you sink into it, you’ll have control over it and can shift it to whatever form you desire. Do it before all the blood drains out though. Once that’s gone, it really will become a corps and we will both be royally screwed.”
*He walked around to the other side of the room, opposite of you as he watched you, wondering just what you were going to do. Might as well let the cat out of the bag now, because let’s face it, you did owe him in a way. *
”The day I killed you… You know there is a reason I did it… To set you free. I wasn’t going to have you be used any more, and I wasn’t going to let you, or our daughter, be used against me by that twisted puppeteer. Aysel grows bigger every day… She’s beautiful… She’s even eating regular food now… She goes out and plays in the sun, she draws with Darius and Genevieve… She takes her naps and sits with me when I read to her… You can’t tell me, deep down Sydel…that you don’t want to see that… That you don’t want to hold our daughter… To watch her be happy… She’s free now… And so are you…”
*He patted his chest then, looking, looking, and finding his cigarettes, pulled one out, and lit it up. He would figure out how the hell that was possible later too, right now, he was just damn grateful for it. Looking at his corps was really freaking him out. Kind of like having a nightmare you can’t wake up from. He came behind you then, and rested his hands on your shoulders, leaning down to lightly blow that smoke along your neck before nipping the skin between his teeth. He rose then, and took another drag.*
”I think the worst part is… I still want you. Even though you are like an inferno and you burn up ever well laid plan and happy day, I still want you. Both of you, you and Athena… You’re like a part of me, and you both will be the death of me or worse. Come and be my second wife, Sydel… You know there is one thing we can’t avoid… The simple fact that you are wholly mine. Before you say no, though… You might want to hear the perks of the deal…because this is a deal, my dear princess…”
*Another drag and a slow, long exhale of smoke, his fingers idly flicking off the ash at the end of it. He would wait till he had your full attention before continuing.*
”I know you better than anyone else… I know you have a heart still… I saw it the day you died, so I know just how deep it goes… No one will ever understand you better than I do. I also know, that deep down, you want to wage holy war on the bastard who tossed you aside and tortured you because, admit it or not, you fell in love. Looking back on it…every plot and plan to destroy me wasn’t out of malice…it was out of a need to survive. Cut me from your life so you can keep yours intact. So…I took you from that life, and have given you a primordial body instead, without a soul of course… You are now, essentially, completely and totally free from Khorn. Just as I am, now that I am, well, what ever I am. I’m fairly certain that I will regrow a body, in so far as I know, we can’t really die. Why not join forces, and strike back at the one who has ruined our lives? What do we have to loose, really?”
*He laughed a bit, and shook his head.*
”Of course, you don’t have to be with me if you don’t want to… I gave you freedom after all, and I won’t shackle you again to a different master. I’m just tossing out things at random I think. Blade went pretty deep into my head and I think I’m a shade off my rocker from it… Either way though…you can choose to join me in my war on Khorn and all those who serve him, or you can go on your merry way doing what you like until that body runs out on you. It’s really your choice.”

(01:02:06 )
..Suicide ° Blonde..

Sydel Deathhaze
..I died at the hands of an angel...Gently betrayed with a kiss..


says to .:Naughty Nautilous:..:T: .up unil this point she had pretty much been in her own little personal world..the darkness having surrounded her mind..clouding her vision..her senses..his voice though..thick..soft would easily cut through that fog quickly..causing her to blink..those long dark lashes snapping open..a hitch in her breath and she'd turn to glance upon him..his figure standing over his own lifeless body..her bows furrowed..her right hand rose..fingers sliding across her chin..tapping at the pale flesh..it was as if she was caught on some kind of delay..causing her to respond to him quite a ways after his first initial question..- .. uhh....her shoulders lowered..she'd find herself nodding all be it slowly- ..yes...soft..barely spoken- ..even..we....whispered and partially broken..as if having been thrown in the deep end..and she was scrambling to save herself..an exhale..long..deep would occur..watching as he pulled the weapons from the slowly cooling body..the sound it made caused her eyes to half close..her head to dip forward..lips to part..- .. I...she hesitated,..quite thankful to be truthful that they appeared to be on their own in this little part of purgatory..so no one could see her second guessing herself..usually so headstrong..so sure of herself, her words and her actions- ..I...she exhaled..deciding the act was up..time to just be honest- ..I didn't think you would go through with it..what reason would there be for you to find me a vessle to reside within?..You have all you need without me hassling you..without me popping up at the most inopportune times.. You have a wife..a family..a home....she lightly shrugged her shoulders..keeping those eyes lowered and half closed for the time being- ..You were..finding yourself..finding what it was you so desired within yourself..that.."inner peace" that so many surface dwellers seem to converse about....she pursed her lips together- ..You seemed Happy..something I don't really ever recall seeing..at least..not in this capacity....she moved then..near to silently padding across the invisible boards..her figure remaining stuck between the spectre and the real world..flickering like an old television set not quite tuned in correctly..coming to stop there near the lifeless body..looking down upon it..he continued to speal..to talk to her about their daughter..about Aysel..how much she had changed without her being around..she nodded..- ..as I have just spoken..she's doing well..You and your clan have given her what she needs..why send the fox in with the chickens? ..she shook her head- ..I'm not needed..What true need is there for me? ..she didn't catch his movement..not until his hands came down to rest there upon the gentle curves of her shoulders..they lifted..just a little..the smoke..thick..scented soon attacked every precious sense she had..it was almost magical the way it caressed across her bared shoulder..only for her visage to flicker and it to continue flowing through her....she reached then..to slide her cooled fingers across his ..lingering to touch before she would remove them from her person..and she would instead kneel beside the cooling body..would she...or..Could she ever truly admit to wanting him..would her pride actually allow it..her pale shifting palm came down to rest there upon the bodies chest..fingers bunching the fabric of his shirt..his jacket..she listened to him speaking on what they could do should they chose to 'join forces' for the greater good..or for their own wants and needs..it was tempting..to be able to fall deep down into the depths of naggaroth..to destroy all that she knew as her life..what she had grown up with..what she strived for..what she lived for..all that which caused her to fall..to fail..Khorne had been her own true love for so long..her Master..she would have and did anything for him up until a point..and he was right..he was the reason she was tossed aside.. she rolled her neck..tipping her head back..- .. ok....she murmured- .. I will join you.. to end all that caused this pain..this..hurricane of problems..

.:Naughty Nautilous:.
.:Tinker…Tailor:.
.:Sailor…Spy:.
.:It’s So Fun To Watch You Die:.
.:Gone For Now But Not Forgotten:.
.:A Touch of Pleasure for the Hell You’ve Boughten:.
says to ...Suicide ° Blonde…Syde: *They were both in something of a mess honestly. They had both come a long way, and changed so much through the years that they had known each other. They had each in turn, destroyed each other without meaning to. He honestly didn’t bear you any ill will. He knew you to your core, knew that you were in the same position that he was. No matter how you might try to run from it, hide from it, deny it, you didn’t want that crazy life any more than he had. That one day had set the domino’s falling until they lay as they were now. They had the option of letting them lay there, or standing them up again, one by one over time. He wanted to stand them up again, but he also had a reason to. He had Aysel, he had Lucian, he had Athena, and her children. He had a life where he was finding happiness. True it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t idea or some fairy tail. But it was real, it was solid, and it was his. Blood, sweat, and tears had brought him that, and he wasn’t going to let it go, no matter how broken it got. You though? He knew nothing of you before they met up, and what little he had figured out along the way. There was you, the killer, and you, the woman who had died peacefully, painlessly, in his arms. He had seen those tears, he would never forget them, and knew that they stood for something. Silent, stalwart…but still there. Still meaningful, still for a reason, a purpose. He watched you hesitate, let the words slowly slide out of you as you took it in. In a way, his heart went out for you so much, because that strength of yours was based on such a broken, rotten foundation. Who had ever truly loved you? Who had ever even tried to give you a real life, something aside the act? You were much like Aysel when he first got her, a scared, angry, vicious little thing who knew nothing of life but pain and hunger. It had taken him long hours of just sitting with her, weaning her off of it, slowly teaching her a different way of life, one that would give her the chance to actually be herself, true to herself, be her own person. You had never even had that chance, and no one had given it to you. Your words, the way they came out nearly broke his heart. He had been cruel to you too, lost up in the game of yours, never bothering to look past it. He was now…he had been since he made that first shift. Did he want to save you? That was a very hard question to give a definitive answer to. You weren’t like Aysel, a little girl who could learn, grow up, heal… You were a grown woman who had lived in a world set in a certain way for so long that you might not ever be able to learn something else. He shook his head softly, blowing out a stream of smoke as he talked.*
”Did no one ever love you enough, Sydel?... I know my love was a sad, sloppy, pathetic thing, new and yet broken as it was… I didn’t even know how to love you right, to give it to you in the ways you needed. Yes, I have a wife, I have three beautiful children, one of which you bore me, Sydel… You are the mother of my child, you carried her despite everything you went through, and you loved her enough to bring her here, to me… Deep down you knew I would do anything for her, and for you. I’d save you both… I love you both too much not to try and give it everything I had to make it work…”
*He would shake his head softly before continuing, pulling the hair off his forehead with a causal brush of his fingers.*
”Inner peace is the biggest lie anyone ever created… I have a wife who is afraid to love me, two children that aren’t mine, a son who can’t seem to find his middle ground, and grandchildren who are complete polar opposites of each other. But I’m also the happiest I’ve ever been. It killed me to take your life Sydel… I took you to my home, my real home, and I buried you on my property. I take Aysel out there every day to talk with you, we both do, because I want her to know her mother. You talk as if you can’t change…but I know you can… So do you. I can’t blame you for it though… Being scared of it. I was too. I thought…people like us? We’re too broken…too decayed…to make a life, a normal life… That we were too blackened by our deeds to ever be happy… It’s not easy…every day it’s a struggle, to the point where you think you’re going to bleed…but it’s worth it… I can honestly swear to that. There is a need for you, Sydel, even if you can’t see it. Aysel misses her mother, she might be young, but she knows Athena isn’t her real mother. She knows you, remembers you as the one person she had in that hell. The one who loved her. Don’t you think she misses you? Do you think it was easy for me to kill you? It wasn’t. It damn near killed me. I love Athena, heart and soul, but I care for you as well. Both of you are two parts of me. If it would work, I would keep you both because I can’t live with just one and not the other. It’s like having sun shine all the time, without any night. There’s no real balance…”
*He let you move his hands aside, watched you move over to his body, and tilted his head at the words you chose.*
”When you say things that way…you realize that it makes me walk on egg shells. I want to trust you, to be able to trust you, and you trust me in return. I have no reason to betray you, not any more. What good would it do? We all have a common enemy, you, me, and Athena. We have all been burned by Khorn… Though I do admit that your fall from grace was nearly entirely my fault. For some reason, you and I plus him doesn’t work… And just as badly as you were drawn to me, I was drawn to you. There was no way to avoid it. Can you handle being free, Sydel? Freedom is a burden of it’s own right… You won’t have anyone to answer to, and no purpose. You will have to learn to walk, to forge, your own path in this world without anyone else giving you a reason to… I want to end Khorn because my whole life, he has shadowed me. He used my flaws against me, using you as bait, and I did as he bid all too well. I hate the fact that he sits there and causes hell, and uses people, giving nothing back. For the fact that he killed all my children, my sons, my daughters… Sparing me only Lucian. He tortured you, and used you as bait, and threw you aside… And he did much the same of Athena. But I really do wonder…your devotion to your god rarely wavered…do you really, and truly, have it in you to destroy him? Do you hate him enough to do it? Because I tell you now… That day you cried… I swear I saw hope in you…for you… That there was more to you than the paper white surface of Mache… I can’t, I won’t, go into this war unless I am one hundred percent that you aren’t going to betray be out of revenge. Do you understand, Sydel?”
Sydel Deathhaze
..I died at the hands of an angel...Gently betrayed – with a kiss..


says to .:Naughty Nautilous:..:T: ..it was a good question..to be truthful..had she ever truly been loved?..did anyone truly love her enough?..she began to chew upon the corner of her supple lower lip..would she admit it?..were it even possible for her to form the words required to honestly answer the question..instead she allowed his remaining words to flow over her..- ..I knew you would look after her..my initial thoughts was to simply leave her with you and continue onward..though I knew I wouldn't get very far....she sunk a little..lifting her chin..- ..being her shadow and all..I was watched..where-ever I went..I knew you..I felt I knew you well enough that you would figure a way to hide her..to take her..to keep her..and I was right....she nodded..her lifeless gaze lifting to settle there upon him as he continued to enjoy that cigarette.. the smoke finding its way over to her..causing her head to swim a little..- she listened to him when he spoke of their last moments..when he held her..that heavenly kiss..her bodies reaction to such a memory causing her to shudder..reaching her hands up..rubbing along her upper arms..a chill..a shiver snaking the length of her spine..he spoke on burying her not far from his families home..or visiting her daily with Aysel..she shook her head a little..Aysel might miss her Mother..but so far as she understands her Mother has died..you are willing to confuse the girl further by having her simply reappear..? You said yourself you spent so many days..numerous nights trying to sort out just what I had screwed up within that little girls mind..getting her to a place where she is suitably happy in the life she has got..and you're willing to jeapordise all of that?....she allowed him to continue..to speak on his inability to trust her..it would appear that he wanted to..but that he was having trouble with it all...she paused- ..I have no reason to cross you...I have no reason to betray you....she shook her head lightly- ..I am done with all of this..I am tired..I'm exhausted..frankly I'm to old for this....her brows furrowed..she was becoming irritated..flustered- ..I dont know if it's worth anything..to anyone anymore..but you have my word....she raised her hand..crossing over where that dark little heart would have belonged- ..

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.:Naughty Nautilous:.
.:Tinker…Tailor:.
.:Sailor…Spy:.
.:It’s So Fun To Watch You Die:.
.:Gone For Now But Not Forgotten:.
.:A Touch of Pleasure for the Hell You’ve Boughten:.
says to ...Suicide ° Blonde……Syd: *He had to tilt his head a bit, cigarette hanging between his lips. Leave it to you to gloss over something you felt was uncomfortable or not worth answering. You had the most amazing way of simply skipping over one question to answer another, as if it nullified the previous. Well, if you didn’t want to answer, he wasn’t going to push it. He could always ask later on, and see if that merited better results. *
”The way the whole thing was gone about, was crude. You were right though, if you left her with me that I would protect her. Look at what it cost though… You are the only one here who will come out of this unscathed… It makes me wonder if I will ever stop the damage being good causes. No good deed goes unpunished as the saying goes…”
*He flicked his cigarette again, looking at you, the odd way you seemed to blur out, like static. It was coming and going though, and he was sure it was because his body was dying now. When you spoke about it though… damned if you didn’t have a solid point on it. There wasn’t much else to be said or done on that score. Aysel knew her mother was dead, so far as her child like mind could process it. Though you were also wrong on some very crucial points. You seemed to be turning into yourself, stabbing over and over again, but for what? Why this self-defeating attitude, you who was the queen of cocky? That was a sudden change in you, that attitude, and it made him wonder just how deep down the change had gone.*
”I don’t want to do anything to hurt Aysel, I love her. When you come back, it won’t be like your old body. We both know this. You can only assume the form you most desire, the one that you can imagine the clearest…She’s so young that if we told her that you came back, she would understand it. She’s a child, and they take everything better than anyone else ever can once they reach a certain age. Look at me… Do you think my children are going to go against me, hate me, or not trust me, because I have died? They’re raised around Magic…Since when was anything in this world, our lives, normal?”
*He took the last drag off of the cigarette and flicked it out, watching it vanish into nothing within a certain amount of space away from him. Ok… well…there is that. Might want to remember that for future purposes… He walked over to where you by his body, looking down at it. He had to wonder…what would it be like for someone else inside there?*
”I never said you screwed up Aysel… You don’t have it in you to do it. You can put on any mask you want Sydel, but it doesn’t change the person behind it. You did what you had to do, to keep up appearances and save both your lives. I’m not stupid or naive when it comes to Khorn, I know that if you tried to do anything other than what he wanted, both of you would suffer. You taught her what she had to know to live… But you didn’t do anything worse than that. I know you told me before that you tried to kill her multiple times… I don’t think that was for your benefit… I think you were trying to save her. Sad thing is…even half primordial are almost impossible to kill. Either way… She needs her mother… Athena can’t…*
*He shook his head, laughing softly.*
”Athena can’t love her… And I make a horrible mother… She knows who Aysel was mothered by, knows how she came to being… She can’t make herself get close to her… Which is funny in a twisted way, because the twins aren’t mine. It’s a sad, ugly situation all the way around I’m afraid. Fact of the matter is, is I don’t know what happens to me now. I’ve never died before… I don’t know what’s going on, what’s going to happen to me. I need someone there… Someone to love Aysel… to take care of her if I can never come back. And…Honestly Sydel?... I know, deep inside you… you want to be her mother. There is no way you would have protected her as much as you did if you didn’t want to… You love her.”
*Listened, watched you put your hand over your heart, swearing your word to him. Well… That was good enough for him… And honestly…if she didn’t fuse soon, the sacrifice would be for nothing. He nodded his head softly, and pushed you into his body. Physically, it was like being thrown into a nice hot bath, you kind of float there surrounded by fluid and a warm soft golden light. You could see him through his own eyes, and hear him through his ears.*
”We’re both Tired… We’re both old… And this world is full of youthful stupidity… I will hold you to your word Sydel… Now… Assume the form you desire… Think of it….the skin color…the texture… What color are your eyes? Your hair? How long will it be, what style? Your face, how do you look? Are you tall or short? Fat or thin?... All of that you need to think about, need to focus on… With all your might Sydel, you have to do this….”
*He would then sit down beside his own body, pull out another cigarette, and light up. Why? This was going to take a while.*
”If you have any questions, I am right here Sydel… I’m going to stay here beside you through it all…”

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..I died at the hands of an angel..
..Gently betrayed – with a kiss..


says to .:Naughty Nautilous:..:N: Unscathed?....a finely curved brow would rise quickly and she'd laugh..shaking her head- ..No on comes out of this unscathed.. No One.. ..she huffed quietly..glancing down upon her hands as they continued to phase in and out..a little more rapidly as each moment passed..she too was coming to realise that the time was growing shorter for her to accept the offered body..and that it was probably around the time that it would need to be done..or lose the chance all together..she listened to him as he spoke further on Aysel..on how their daughter would come to understand the underlying foundations of magic..and what it meant when one had magical parents..or at least magic around them on a daily basis.. perhaps he was right..perhaps the girl would understand..was she truly willing to take that chance? Did she want to? she screwed up her face a little..this was all becoming to hard and she was getting quite a headache from it all.."growing up" and "taking responsibility for ones actions" was seriously overrated.. she groaned..- ..I don't know Athena.. not..really in any rate..I only know what I have seen..what I have heard.. and what I have seen in You whilst you two have been.. ..she paused..clearing her throat- ..Hitched....clearly unimpressed with the whole idea of him being wed and being all wholesome and light.. there was just something that didn't sit quite right with her.. and it had to do with their most recent coupling.. making a face like someone had fed her medicine..- ..It is natural for me to have a desire to protect a bloodline.. but this..care..this love....she shook her head..- ..I do believe you are highly overestimating what I am capable of....she watched as he moved to his feet..flicking the cigarette..using whatever means he had to push her flickering phasing frame into the awaiting husk..it seemed simple enough really..sinking easily like water into a sponge..the ghost like figure disappearing..the bodies lips parting to take in a sudden gasping breath..there was no pain..no pressure..it felt...odd..after being little more than a spectre for a good few months to have control of an actual body was..lets say..different..it would take some getting used to..Again..for a few moments it would take on the creepy side..his visage remaining..jerking..shifting..shuddering..though soon enough those deeply..rich coloured eyes would be replaced with her own..lifeless..colourless..- ..I'm to tired for this..this day has been..exhausting....her voice would crackle..changing pitch quite rapidly from low to much higher..and reverting back just as quickly..she wouldn't move to sit up..- ..to old.. to tired....whispered..softly..barely there words- I miss youthful stupidity.....she'd slump then..palms having come down to rest there upon her stomach...her breathing slow but regular..she hadn't rested since he had taken her life..and never did one desire sleep more..than when they werent allowed to take it..the figure would remain resting for a short time..the only true sign of life being the lifting and falling of the bodies chest...lips began to twitch..eyes shifting beneath those thin protective lids..- ..ahh..youth....whispered..as if one were in the midst of a pleasing dream..before the male visage would begin to simply melt away..the thickness of muscled arms and legs slowly reverting to thin..smooth pale skin..it would appear to be creeping the length of her..starting with those dainty small feet..soon encased in knee high armoured boots..to rink ones finger against..a thin line of shiny ornatly decorated metal..bared knees..thighs..a length of indigo coloured fabric would soon fall from her middle..sinking down between those lightly parted legs..attached by a v shaped belt settling low upon her belly..hugging her hips..a thick of the same material would appear behind her..like the back panel of a full skirt..though it was cut to only brush against the sides of her legs..giving her the ability to move quickly..without the restriction of a full circled skirt..though slacks would of course be the better choice..she wouldn't be caught dead in a pair of those! they were for the boys..designs..of dark ink..of ivy would snake their way across her sides..contrasting against the perfectly pale skin..that soft supply valley easily hugged and contained within the small bra styled top..the same rich colouring..metalic accents..Pauldrons appearing upon the gentle curves of her shoulders..partial rerebraces upon her upper arms..and vambraces on her forearms...his thick hair soon replaced by her own..those long ivory locks fanning out beneath her head there upon that one wooden beam..though it would only stay this way a moment..soon flooding with violet colouring....her facial features would be as he would have remembered them..her youth was something she always kept..though she didn't appear quite so tired..quite so drawn..and those lips held their slick scarlet colouring..popping into view..though her eyes remained closed..for the moment-

.:Naughty Nautilous:.
.:Not A Ghost or Goblin or Goul:.
.:Just the Forgotten Memories of Your Past:.
says to ...Suicide ° Blonde……Syd: *He shook his head at your sarcasm, the way you replied to what he said. You really had no idea… and it would be quite some time before you would ever understand. In a lot of ways, you were locked in that perpetual peter pan ideal, where you didn’t want to face reality, choosing never never land over the flesh and blood around you. Getting comfortable, he drew another long drag and exhaled, looking over at you almost lazily.*
”I wonder what part of it you hate more, Sydel… The fact that people would ever want to get married… Or that I didn’t marry you… Not that you have to answer it… I seriously doubt I’ll get a truthful word from your lips about it even if I pried it out. You’re like an electric eel, Sydel, slick and no safe way to grasp you. I’ve felt your sting many a times, and I do believe I am learning to handle you with kid gloves, so to speak. As to protect a blood line, please, let’s be honest with each other Sydel… we owe each other that much. You know I have no problem spreading my seed around, and can create a child virtually whenever I want to… It goes a lot deeper than that and I know it. You know it…but this denial is getting very old… How many times do you think you can tell the same lie? You’ve told it so often that you believe it at this point, but remember, I know you Sydel… Better than anyone else, I know you. You make faces, inflections in your voice, your words… You have tells to anyone who’s played with you long enough… Still…guess it doesn’t matter, does it? You won’t tell me the truth…how can you, when you won’t even say it to yourself…”
*He held the cigarette in his hand, watching the smoke rise and curl, creating shapes before turning into nothingness. He could feel you go into his old body, rather like how a person can feel sensations of a dream even after waking up. He watched his body spring to life, felt his heart beat and the heat he radiated…and it was so odd… Worse than an out of body experience…it was rather like how a person feels when their body is possessed, and they see the other person controlling their body. Thankfully this didn’t last too long, if only for the reason that you were beginning to take shape. It was an entirely too creepy, too uncanny thing. He looked over, watching the changes more closely, watching how you altered this thing and that about yourself… He snorted softly, and shook his head. He himself was undergoing changes, appearance wise. He could feel it even if he couldn’t see it.*
”You might be tired…but better tired than dead… Soon enough you will have more energy than you will know what to do with… Even with the power gone from that body, it’s still going to have more than anything you’ve ever had… It might be a while before you know how to move and touch things without breaking them. As for youthful stupidity… it’s easy to miss if you ever had it…but if you didn’t … Well it’s hard to miss what you never had…”
*Then again…wasn’t it even harder to miss things that you wish you had, a dream that was never fully realized or seen? He wished he could have had something as amazing and wonderful as youthful stupidity, a chance to believe in something for once, to see the world with the glaze of fantasy and hope. But if you never had that, you can’t really imagine it. It isn’t an easy thing, it’s like suddenly believing in santa clause after knowing for a fact it isn’t real. You just can’t trick yourself into it after you know very well, that it isn’t true. He instead, just sat there, watching waiting. He saw his body shrink, the muscles fade into slenderness, his golden skin bleach out to ivory… His hair grew out a good couple of feet, turning white, then violet….what an odd color he thought… But then again, who was he to judge, really? Though he did have to wonder why you were wearing a light version of battle armor… Where did you think they were going? What did you have to fear here, in this old building? He reached out, and lightly ran his fingers down your cheek, seeing the skin move and dip… So…he could still touch his old body… and the things on his person…but what else? That would be left to be seen. He shifted his weight and tossed his legs over you, straddling what had once been his body, and was now yours. He would lean down then resting his forehead against yours… How strange all this was… And how utterly alone he felt right now…*
”So…now that you have a body Sydel… what are you going to do?... Does peter pan stay in never never land and break wendy’s heart…or does he go to London and be with Wendy who loves him?...”

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..I died at the hands of an angel..
..Gently betrayed – with a kiss..


says to .:Naughty Nautilous:..:N: ..slippery is the only way to be.....uttered softly through slowly parting lips..- ..that way no one can ever truly get a good hold on you..and before they know it..you're gone....she murmured..the sparkling..the tingling sensations within her seemed to be slowing..settling..that precious dark heart of hers was throbbing ..beating a little harder..a little faster than it normally would have ..she could hear it..there within her mind..within her head..causing her brows to furrow every so often, it was a sensation she wasn't used to..she was lucky to have noticed it beat twice in her unnatural lifetime..but now it echoed so loudly ..her right hand rose..she clutched at her chest..gripping slender perfectly pale fingers upon the supple soft flesh..- ..lying is easy...the truth is hard..and takes far to long..I frankly don't have time for it..don't care for it..don't want it.. ..those fingers of hers would have since noticed the difference of fabric beneath them..slowly sliding along the underside of her top..the metalic..hard..tapping her nails across it..those thin lids would flicker..slowly opening..the light in the room though only dim would be quite striking to one that had their eyes closed for a time..it'd be then that she'd feel his bodies weight..settling down upon her small frame..her brows would furrow and she'd go to move..to lift her upper body onto her elbows..only to sense his forehead..pressing to hers..lips would part and she'd draw a quick breath..- ..I live the lie.....she whispered..now starting to focus..as best she could considering she had someone elses head awfully close to her own..her gaze was strikingly odd..an abnormality..one a striking crystal blue..the other a softer..duller green..- ..I know not of London..of Peter Pan or this Wendy..You always did well to confuse me....she sunk back down so as her head rested down upon that one singular wooden beam..lifting her arms..to glance upon the light armor..turning this way and that..touching it..running the tips of fingers across it..- ..I don't know of many that missed out on their youthful stupidity..but then again..I don't know of many....it would be then that she would look up to him..pausing a moment..- ..Hold on...how....she frowned..reaching out to touch his chin..hesitantly- ..How am I able to feel you..? How are you able to sit there..like that?....she recalled all to well when she had died that she could do barely anything at all..something was off..something was..different..-

.:Naughty Nautilous:.
.:Not A Ghost or Goblin or Goul:.
.:Just the Forgotten Memories of Your Past:.
says to ...Suicide ° Blonde……Syd: *He shook his head, his fingers still sliding down your skin with a feathery soft caress that was oddly cool, like the wind given substance. His voice was low, just barely above a whisper, his breath smelling of smoke and sweet wine and just the softest hint of blood.*
”Not so, Sydel, not so… Maybe in times of War, when you weren’t your own person…But you’re not that person any more…”
*He placed his hand over yours, above what had once been his heart, his body… His hand solid as flesh, yet not. He looked down into those mismatched eyes of yours, his own black as onyx and with a shine like polished glass.*
”Do you feel that there, Sydel?...Feel that beat? The heat of it…the weight… how each beat is an echo of the one before it? That is a heart, Sydel… You’re heart… It’s a heavy burden, because it is going to change the way you see, the way you feel…. It’s not an easy thing to poses… It will race, it will skip, it will pound, it will swell till you think it is going to burst… It has given you life… Purpose… It will also give you true emotions…ones free of thought or inflection… Lying might have been easy before…but it won’t now… You have an eternity of freedom before you Sydel… A life free of chains, of shackles… The things that bound you in the past, aren’t there anymore…You’re going to realize, very soon, that the truth is better than you think…and how much those lies are going to hurt you… You have to live now Sydel…truly live… Because you’re no longer a doll, a puppet with strings… The sleeping beauty is awake.”
*He would move back just so, giving you the chance to see, to take in the area around them, pitiful mess that it was. A bloodied room full of death and dark magics, a wreck of destroyed walls and windows, of torn up and broken floor boards and splintered beams. *
”You remind me of the little boy, Peter Pan… He went to a magical place called never never land, where he would never grow old, never grow up, never have to deal with the realities of the world, or the trials of becoming an adult… He would come to the world from this never never land and take other children like him, back, so they would never grow up either. Then one day, he took a little girl with him, named Wendy… And she fell in love with Peter Pan… The story has two different endings… One where Peter Pan realizes he loves Wendy, and stays in the world with her. He grows up, they get married and have children, and he tells them about Never Never Land and the little boys who live there still… The other ending is much sadder, where Peter Pan takes Wendy back to the world and leaves her there while he goes back, breaking Wendys heart because he didn’t realize she loved him… I wonder which ending you are going to choose, Sydel… Eventually, that lie is going to run out on you… All lies run out, you can’t hold onto them forever, they’re like dreams… They all end sometime… One day, you are going to wake up, and every lie you told is going to come crashing down on you like an avalanche, burring you alive under it… Ultimately, that is the only fate you can have if you keep doing what you have been… “
*He hadn’t had a chance to be a normal child, to make the stupid mistakes of youth, to learn from them. Then again, that was a damn sad story, and he wasn’t going to repeat it right now. He would try to ensure though, that his own children got the chance to, because they deserved a whole lot better than he had ever had. He looked down at you when you realized he could touch you, and even more, that you could feel it, and touch him in return. He took your hand in his, where you tested your fingers to touch his chin, and he pressed a light cool kiss against them before taking the tips of them in his mouth and slowly running his tongue over them before giving them a gentle suck, releasing them.*
”I’m not like anything else… I don’t have a soul… Primordials…we’re just…massive amounts of magic, power, energy…what ever it is that gives us substance… We usually exist without a body, because that’s the…physical representation of ourselves… Our true selves can’t be seen any other way… I don’t really know what’s going on right now… Maybe you’re the only one who can see me and feel me? That’s something that time is going to have to sort out on it’s own…”
*He released your hand and moved his head down, pressing a kiss to the valley of your breasts, the skin so warm against his cold lips, such a change in tempratures to how it had once been for them… He ran his fingers slowly along the outer swell of her breasts, almost, but not quite touching them, teasing along the skin there before sliding down your ribs and stopping. He looked down at you and shifted himself forward, his hands moving over yours, sliding them above your head if you offered no resistance. Those black eyes would stare into yours before he would move down, slowly, drawing it out, making you wait for it… His nose was right beside yours, his lips a mere breath away from your own. His breath would wash over your skin, teasing it. His voice was low, deep, sensual, just above a whisper.*
”Do you want me to stop?”

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..I died at the hands of an angel..
..Gently betrayed – with a kiss..


says to .:Naughty Nautilous:..:N: .....she watched as he moved back from her..just a little way so that she could see what was around her..the room proper..bloodied and broken, slick with grime and dirt..scattered with disembodied dolls..shattered glass and mirrors..the doors seemingly melted into the now rounded walls..and most of the flooring had long since disappeared..leaving the pair of them balancing on thick wooden beams..her attention would quickly return to him when he spoke of the origins of Peter Pan...of this Wendy..and the two different endings..her hands would come down to rest there upon her bared stomach...fingers intertwining..clearly she was unimpressed with the "fairy tale"- ..If you speak of Karma..I don't believe in it..or Fate..or any of that nonsense..she huffed quietly through gritted down teeth..- ..There is only one constant in my life..one reliable entity....those slick red lips had long since drawn breath to continue..to speak the words of whom she thought was her constant..only to find herself quickly falling short..it was feeling a lot like a script now..something she had said over and over and over again...and now..it wasn't true..her god was not her constant now..he was nothing to her..so far as he was concerned she was dead...and she was dead..it made her slump a little..made those lids close over..the breath drawn soon slowly expelled..realisation was painful...it ached..and that blasted heart didn't make things any better..it bloody well made things so much worse..she felt his lips..cool..wet pressing to her fingers tips before drawing them just within to suckle..to toy..releasing a moment later..she shifted beneath him ..- .If im the only one that can see you....she cleared her throat as her voice changed in pitch- ..it must look awfully odd to any around..talking to myself..arguing with myself....her fingers curled inward when he released them..clutching at her own palm..before those nails of hers would begin to dig further in..all in response to his lips pressing to that supple soft valley...the delicate caressing..the touching..she wriggled a little absently as he approached her ribs..those eyes of hers remained closed for the moment..shielded by those long dark lashes..his hands back upon her own..rising them up above her head would cause her to stir..to look ..finding him towering over her..brows furrowing..she found herself drawing her knees inward..thighs fused tightly together..her fingers curling to grip onto the hold he had upon her..- ..What are you.....whispered in response to his shifting..before he would begin to lower..her breath hitched..catching there at the back of her throat..she wouldn't allow him to finish his sentence..a few words..maybe just a couple would be uttered before she would lift her own head from the beam..those soft..slick lips of hers meeting his..parting just a little..enough to allow her teeth to latch onto his lower..to tug upon that plump soft flesh..-

.:Naughty Nautilous:.
.:Not A Ghost or Goblin or Goul:.
.:Just the Forgotten Memories of Your Past:.
says to ...Suicide ° Blonde……Syd: *He had to laugh at that, softly yes, but still laughing. Already you were tripping over yourself… It wasn’t an easy thing, having a living body was it? Being free from the shackles that had held you to the ground so long that you forgot there was a sky, it is a hard shock regardless of the person really. The world had suddenly flipped on you now, no longer nose down in the dirt, but standing on your own, seeing the world around you for the first time in who knew how long… It would set anyone on their ass.*
”You are your own person now, Sydel…but you weren’t before. Being your own person means you live for yourself… that you choose what you do, and don’t do… You lived life as a slave before, so warped and wrapped up in that world of yours that you didn’t even realize just how small it had gotten, or how tight and heavy those shackles had gotten on you… It’s not easy… I’ve been telling you this, and I mean it… There is going to be days when you hate me…When you are going to swear that you would have preferred I left you dead… At some point though, things are going to change and you won’t be so bitter about it…”
*He wondered what it must be to feel a heart for the first time, to know that each beat is precious because once it stops, you stop. Like a star that goes super nova, that last action will snuff out all the light that once shone because of it. A heart wasn’t an easy thing to live with either, it could hurt you worse than any dagger or magic, and it could grow so big it hurt your chest sometimes too… And…yes… It could break. That was a pain worse than any death really, and he didn’t wish it on you, but in a way, it’s breaking can cause people to grow so much more than they would have otherwise. He smiled down at you, still laughing a bit, his fingers keeping the tickling along your ribs and outer swell of your breasts.*
”We need it to survive, just like you do… Freedom does come with a price no matter how much we might wish to think otherwise… Sure, it has it’s downsides…but their positives are just as good, even better than the downsides, really… That heart…will allow you to feel things you never did before… Last I checked…you weren’t afraid of anything Sydel… you stared down the world and made it yours… A heart won’t stop you from doing that… It will just make you stronger. As for the story… No, I think your misunderstanding it… That you’re not really grasping it all. I’m in the same position as Wendy… I love you, the Peter Pan of the story... It’s up to you what ending you choose. It’s all I meant… Karma, fate, destiny… That is all up to the singular person to decide what they believe in. I wouldn’t bring it into this conversation, not now…”
*He let you finish, let you talk, to take things in, and when you started to talk about Khorn, he let you go… Knowing good and well it would only take you a moment or two before you realized that, well, it wasn’t the case anymore. Sure enough a few seconds in it seemed to click for you. His voice was low, but understanding, knowing.*
*Exactly… That isn’t the same any more… Look at yourself, listen to yourself…moments ago you were agreeing to wage war on the same one you were just swearing fealty to… How long have you been sitting there, in your existence before this one, worshiping this God who was really, nothing? How could you have worshiped him so blindly for so long, to the point that you forgot yourself? Can you even remember yourself before Khorn, Sydel? Do you even remember what it was like to love? To be loved? Can you tell me…when was the last time you actually felt the sun and enjoyed it? The last time you allowed anyone to feel anything tender towards you? Don’t you see, Sydel? I’m trying to give you that… I gave you my Body… I gave you every drop of love for you that I had… I killed with you, I killed for you… I saved you when your God had forsaken you in that cave to die. In the time we have known each other, I have given you more, than he ever did… It’s time to let him go… Turn your face to tomorrow Sydel…there’s no going back any more. I know your feeling it…the pangs in your heart… That’s loss, Sydel…uncertainty…. Maybe even a little fear because you know it… Embrace it… Live….”
*He would have to tilt his head to the side when you talked about what it must look like. He hadn’t really thought about that. After all, he could touch and effect you, he could smoke his cigarettes, but that’s about as far as he got to what he could do. He saw himself, you saw him, but he was pretty positive no one else could. Then a grin curled his lips and he winked down at you.*
”You might not realize it… But look…You actually showed you cared… Baby steps, they say, baby steps… We’ll get you back to who you’re supposed to be in no time, what do you think?”
*He watched you, the way you were confused, curious, that little brow furrow you did when you weren’t sure if you were going to like it or not. He felt you shift and wiggle a bit beneath him, the way you instantly drew your legs together, warding off invasion almost. He shifted his hands just so, his long fingers clasping over your wrists, holding them there as his now free hand came down and gripped your jaw lightly, running along that delicate structure before moving down that sweet pillar of your neck to dance lower still before teasingly stroking the space between your breasts, teasing that delicate skin with skilled fingers. When you moved in to kiss him, he knew that there was no way you were going to stop now. Sometimes words wouldn’t work…sometimes you just had to show a person. He felt your teeth clamp onto his lower lips, his tongue slipping out to slide along that sweet little cupids bow of your upper lip, flicking it at the center as he circled lower, teasing at the corners of your mouth before bidding your teeth to release their prize. Once they did, he would move in, running his tongue over your lower lip before covering yours with his own, his tongue sliding in, plunging into the hot sweet depths of your mouth.*

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…Sydel Deathhaze...
..I died at the hands of an angel...Gently betrayed – with a kiss..


says to .:Nauty Nautilous:..:Lef: ..those thin lids of hers slowly fluttered open when she noticed there was little response to her movements..the kiss that only moments prior seemed to be growing was failing..faltering..he was pulling away from her..brows furrowed as she finally gazed upon him..watching the confusion flooding his features..the fight..shaking his head the way he was before he peeled himself away from her..her duo coloured gaze shifted a little erratically as this was new..this was different..he was literally pulling away from her because he was married?..she swallowed down the breath that had since caught itself in the back of her throat..- ..Are you serious?....she questioned quite quickly..slowly drawing her hands down to her sides..palms flat fingers pressing to allow herself to lift to her feet..her body though wasn't behaving in a way that it should...she was a touch wobbly on her new legs..her balance would take some time to correct itself..- ..Are you trying to tell me..Right here..Right now that You are not going to finish something You Started?....a brow raised..arching perfectly on those youthful features..she would then move to shake her head.. quiet chuckles would begin to errupt..- ..Ah!.. Guilt is a wonderous thing.. .. she rolled her eyes.. turning away from him.. a few staggered steps upon that thick wooden beam and she would have a slightly better grasp at the "walking" thing.. a slow saunter to the opposite side of the room..the metalic belt that rested low upon her hips held firm the lengths of indigo coloured fabric.. and with each flick the material moved like water..so fluid.almost hypnotic.. - .. Athena....she nodded.. her back remaining to him for the moment..fingers pressing to the table she had come to approach..one of the few items that remained intact in the dereltic room..turning then to settle to sit..to perch upon its edge..long pale legs crossing neatly at her ankles..dangling over the wooden edge- ..I guess I should feel..a sense of..priviledge?..That your wife.. Athena is going to Allow you..to Keep me..afterall..I do believe it was only moments ago that we were speaking on me being able to be my Own person.. ..her head tilted a little to the side.. her eyes remained upon him..lingering..watching him fighting with his own guilt..- .. I don't want your money.. ..she shook her head- ..I've never much cared for.. luxury..Ive never required it before.. don't believe I will need it now.. .. reaching then..fingers would soon find themselves tangled within those wavey locks..drawing them over her right shoulder..her gaze capturing the current colouring.. a mild expression of curiosity crossing her features before she would slip down from the table..- ..See..we have a problem....she stept across a few more beams..being sure to keep upon the ones that didn't look quite so bad..some were clearly rotted through..the creaking beneath her bodies weight made her move a little more quickly..needing to be nimble..though it was all so easy..she'd come to a slightly ruined reflective surface..it would have been a mirror at one point..though with the weather it was nearly completley ruined..she came to stand before it.. getting a glimpse of herself for the first time since she had fallen into the new frame.. auidibly her breath hitched.. she hadn't seen this reflection in far to many years.. fingertips would soon caress their way across the metal about her hips..up along her bared stomach..her ribs..the swell of her chest..silence had fallen for a short time..as if her mind was preoccupied on something else..for a moment in any rate- ..yes.. ..she cleared her throat- ..we have a problem..a small..problem....she murmered..glancing to him through the relfection..- .. I don't like to share.. ..she turned to the right..reaching to once again take a handful of those thick locks..revealing the bareness of her neck..just a little toward the back..nearly unnoticeable..though she would strain a little to be able to see it..a small black A..that would have been long removed when that original body of hers was completley obliterated of colour..- ..I..I dont play well with others....she released her hair..letting it tumble back into place..she was fighting with something ..an inner torment perhaps..but she was doing damn well to keep it hidden behind an expressionless facade..- ..So I guess I've sealed my own fate.. Go....she frowned..shaking her head..a uick side swipe of her wrist would send that mirrored surface to the floor..letting it simply shatter..- ..Just go.. go be the dutiful Parent..the Good House Husband..Call upon me when you're ready to get your hands dirty..

.:Left to Die Here, Trying To Survive Here:.
.:Nothing's So Simple As It Seems:.
says to ...Suicide ° Blonde……Syd: *A part of him wanted to laugh, he really, REALLY did. You? Jealous? It was so strange it was totally comical, and the fact that you were jealous of Athena, the fact he was married. Telling things indeed. He honestly had never thought you had a jealous bone in that little body of yours, yet here it was, glaringly bright. He had never seen it in you before either, and he had been around you long enough, and taken quite a few lovers too, to where he had thought that little emotion would have flared up long before now. Shit, through their time together there had been more than enough chances for it to show through, plenty of reasons for it. So… why now? Was your having a heart going to open you to so many emotions? And if that was the case, how did you survive with practically none? He stepped back, and hooked his thumbs in the top of his pants, and watched you. His voice was low and mellow now, he had gotten the emotions under control and his voice was steady.*
”Quite serious, honestly. Vows made to Gods aren’t the only ones worth keeping, Sydel… Haven’t you ever wanted to do what was right? Just once?”
*He watched you get up and begin to walk, a bit wobbly on your new legs but it would pass. It must be hard, going form a hollow body to one that was actually alive and heavy.*
”You kissed me, as I recall. I was going to kiss you first, but I didn’t, thank you very much. For me to feel guilt, I would have had to of done something wrong… But…does it even matter, really? Technically, I didn’t do anything wrong since I’m dead and I can’t exactly do anything that I know of… But I know it was wrong, and I’m not going to let it go beyond that, even if I want to. Damn it Sydel, there really are some things worth protecting, worth standing by, upholding… Things that are GOOD for you… It’s not easy, but sometimes you have to learn to love what is good for you, even if it hurts at first.”
*He was ready to help you if you got a little too off balance as you went across those beams, his body tense and alert, but seeming relaxed as well. When you sat down and crossed those pretty little legs, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other before settling in a relaxed stance.*
”Yes, Athena… Unlike you, my pet, she actually stood by me when shit hit the fan… She paid the price for my gambling too high. If you had been faced with the same thing, can you say you would have done the same? No. Flight is your nature, you’re not meant to stand firm. When fight or flight nature takes over, I believe you will always run first. Fighting will always be your last, and final option when all else fails. As for privilege…that is a word purely of your choosing. Where you get the idea of you being my wife means I will be keeping you is beyond me though. You have a very Neanderthal view of matrimony. You would be my wife, and we could enjoy each other as much as we saw fit, but you would always be free to be your own person, do as you liked. Do you think Athena has been stuck in the house the entire time? Not fucking likely. Even with the twins, she went about and did what she wanted to do. If I were to ever tell her what to do, she would most likely tell me to shove it up my ass. It’s part of what I love about her, is the fact that she DOESN’T listen to me. Do you think I like controlling everything? It’s bloody boring as hell! Why do you think I love you, Sydel? You’re prickly, unpredictable, vicious, cunning, absolutely beautiful… You also have a heart, poor bruised and broken thing that it is. I couldn’t love you if there wasn’t something beneath the artifice… Why are you so afraid of it, Sydel? Have I ever once, since you’ve known me, betrayed you? The only thing I ever did to you that was against your wishes, is getting you with child. Even then, I didn’t hurt you or beat you like some savage… I made love to you, I held you, and as I recall, we both enjoyed ourselves. Even if you hated the fact that you were with child, you can’t tell me with all honesty, that you hate Aysel. You brought her to me to save her, because deep down you wanted better for her. You don’t do that for things you don’t love. I’ve watched you throw life away, remember, and I know you have no problem tossing anything aside that doesn’t suit you.”
*He wanted so damn badly to go over there and hold you in his arms, if only he thought it would be accepted. That was the problem though…he wanted to hold you because he loved you…because he wanted to protect you…to give you what life had refused to… When you talked about not wanting his money, he shook his head softly and sighed.*
”That body needs to eat, Sydel… It is going to need shelter. This isn’t like your old body, that lived on blood and could sleep on a coffin and be content. Until you’ve fully settled in it, I wouldn’t push it too far. For all I know, if you abuse it, it will reject you and you’ll be in a much worse position than square one. Besides… it isn’t like it matters… You can call it whatever you want to, call it the cost for giving me Aysel, mother cost or something along those lines. Either way, you are going to need money to make it in this world as you are. There are no but’s about it.”
*

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.:Nauty Nautilous:.
.:Left to Die Here, Trying To Survive Here:.
.:Nothing's So Simple As It Seems:.
says to ...Suicide ° Blonde……Syd: >*He would pause, going silent after he had responded, letting you slide down from the table, playing with your hair as you went. He would watch, seeing that little black A… and felt a surge of anger. You have got to be kidding…someone had branded you?! He knew marks like that, his shoulders in his true form still bore the eight diamonds of his profession and his trade. If he took off his shirt, it would be there on his skin for all to see, along with other things perhaps better left unknown. Well…if someone had branded you while you were alive, it sure as HELL explained a few things… What they were exactly he couldn’t say, but it was obvious that something really messed with your head and your heart back then… There was no way someone could put up such a battle over something as simple as love. His voice was low, not cautious exactly, but he was careful about the words he chose.*
”So then this isn’t you rejecting my love… or my offer. You want them both…but you refuse yourself that because I am with Athena. Rather than be my second wife, you choose to be nothing at all… Though I don’t think it’s because you claim to not play well with others… I’ve taken many lovers while I was with you, and you never once said anything of this sort… Or had any jealousy either… No… this is very different… Your own words, the hesitations, the way you are moving…”
*He stopped, and crossed over the floor boards, weighing nothing he didn’t have to be as careful as you did, but he still needed a place to put his feet. He would reach you in a matter of a few seconds, and turn you so you were facing him. He would take your chin in his fingers delicately, tilting your head up so you were looking at him. His eyes would search yours, looking deep within you, to the truth behind the words that you so cleverly used as armor. His free hand would brush your hair over your shoulder, pulling it to the side so he could see that little mark. He ran his fingers over it so softly, tenderly, before he would pull you into his arms and hold you. There was no force there, no real restriction as you knew he would let you go if you asked it. He just held you though, his strong arms holding you close to him, wrapping you in what comfort he could give in this form. He would rest his chin on the top of your head, his words a soft wind, tickling you as it ran over your hair.*
”When did a man hurt you so badly… that he broke you?.... The poor fool…he didn’t know what a gift he had been given, or what a precious thing he took from the world when he broke it… You’ve never known what it’s like to be loved back… and neither have I… But I do know how to love… that’s something I can do… You don’t have to talk…you don’t have to tell me anything about it if you don’t want to…but know you’re not alone…you’re not judged…”

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..I died at the hands of an angel...Gently betrayed – with a kiss..


says to .:Nauty Nautilous:..:Lef: ..a brow long since risen and curved would be in response to his words on the desire to do something right- ..and You know whats right?....inclining her head just a little - ..You just happen to know what is the right thing to do in this situation?....she paused a moment ..leaning a little against where the mirror was just a mere moment prior..only it was now shattered at her feet causing her to stumble..to waver just a tad till she once again gained her balance- ..I wont deny it.. I did kiss you yes.. would I do it again?..Of course I would.. I think you'd find it hard pressed to find someone that wouldn't.. ..she lightly shrugged her shoulders- ..I guess thats part of that charm you have.. Or..Had..considering you wont put those hands on another now that you have spoken..those..vows.. ..she smacked her lips together lightly- ..its amazing really..the power a few words can have upon a person..Or..is it....she intertwined her fingers..rubbing her thumbs against the sides of her palms- ..to be able to give away the past..as it was..to not stray another moment longer..to never be..tempted by another....that duo coloured gaze lifted..long dark lashes doing the same to allow her to look upon him..to seek out those richly coloured eyes of his..and linger- ..never..ever again? Those are some damn strong words..see....she slid those arms across her bared stomach..crossing till palms gripped her sides..- ..I have seen this..over and over and over.. I've been there..on a wedding day..as a guest..to observe..to watch..hearing those same.."strong" words..only to have the groom buckle before the sun had risen on the first day..are you stronger than that?..If I say no to your offer.. Are you strong enough to push me away?.. You were the one that straddled me.. You were the one that stroked Your hands along this near to bare body.. You were the one that leant forward..placing those lips of yours within such a close proximity.. and yet.. It was all me....she chuckled quietly her arms falling back to her sides..- . Not that I begrudge you of that.. ..she shook her head- ..no..not at all.. We have quite a history..good..and bad..It's awfully hard to say no to something you really.. Really want.. .she cleared her throat..watching then as he began to move toward her..skipping across those beams till he was behind her..- ..Clearly your memory of what happened between us in that opened valley..when you forced me down..is strikingly different to what I recall... I do find that very..very interesting....he spoke on her needing to eat..needing the shelter.. she groaned inwardly..she Hated food..she hated all that it meant to be normal..needing shelter and water..needing to care for the body and so on..it would be a burden..a weakness ..or at least those were her immediate thoughts..they would no doubt change over time..things were just so very new right now..- ..I have yet to answer..to accept or reject that offer..you are indeed correct..you speak on being true to Athena..of not wishing to stray..or not wanting to hurt her..i am to guess you would expect the same of I?...she felt his hands upon her..turning her so as she would face him properly..a touch upon her chin to tilt her head up..though her eyes would not follow..those lashes doing well to conceal ..she bristled when he ran his fingers across the mark there..feeling his arms then envelop her..drawing her frame into his..her head dipping a little ways forward..his resting atop..her breathing was slow..regular..and if he could feel it..hot against his collarbone..he had long since finished..asking her what had happened..when it had happened..it was quite presumptuous of him really to just know like that, but as was usual between these two..things werent so easily hidden..they'd come out sooner or later..her arms lifted though they wouldn't reach for him..they simply drew into her..crossing her chest like a child- ..If I am to speak....whispered words against the curves of his neck- ..it will only be on mutual grounds....a breath taken- ..I answer..You answer..or I say nothing at all...it would then be up to him to decide was what information she had..desirable enough to allow his own dark secrets out..- ..

:Left to Die Here, Trying To Survive Here:.
.:Nothing's So Simple As It Seems:.
says to ...Suicide ° Blonde……Syd: *He would have to tilt his head to the side a bit at that question. It was a good one honestly, and even the primordial didn’t pretend to know what was right or wrong, only the forsaken thrice cursed Solars did that. He was honest though, and that was a damn sight more than most people honestly. He would look out the window, out on that pitch black sky.*
”No… No I don’t. I don’t think I have ever pretended to, either… All I know…is that I want to do what’s right… Sometimes it’s a hard thing to do, like now. Knowing my body wants something badly, damn badly, but also knowing that what it wants is going to hurt someone, making it the wrong thing to do. That’s the hardest part about trying to do what’s right… It’s a lot harder than doing what’s bad or wrong. Those are so much easier to define. Right now, every day, I’m doing some of the hardest things I’ve ever done, because it’s the right thing to do.”
*He tilted his head a bit, and started to laugh when you said what you did. He couldn’t help it, he doubled over and rested his hands on his knees, and just lost it. His laughter would echo around the room, warm as a well stoked fire, rich as the colors that flame gives off. He didn’t want to be rude, he REALLY didn’t but there was no way he was going to be able to avoid it. He had to grab his sides, try to hold in the laughter as he jerkily stood upright once more, wiping his eyes as a laugh or to slipped out. After a few seconds he was under control, though he was grinning like the very devil at this point.*
”Holy God in heaven, Sydel, what in the HELL made you think ANYONE would believe that I would ever say a vow of fealty? Athena might love me in her own way, but she is no one’s fool. She knows better than to ask of me, what is so rarely in my nature. I am, and will always be, devoted to her entirely. But that does not mean I could ever give up my only weakness. That’s you. Athena knows the only other woman in this world that can temp me from her, as much as she herself, is you. Haven’t you known that already? Other women are a dime a dozen, but I’ve kept near you, spent time with you, for how many years? Listen to me Sydel, I’ve never said you weren’t a weakness of mine, and I told Athena a few days before I proposed to her, that I couldn’t swear fidelity to her. It’s not entirely in my nature… My family…we tend to…get around a bit. We love strong, we love DEEP, and we love passionately, but singularly…isn’t our nature. Ever. I pushed you away now, because I just died… I never got the chance to show Athena how much I cared… I never got to patch things up with her… And let’s face it… The ending?... She’s going to blame herself… I can’t sleep with you, no matter how much I want to, until I fix things with her. I owe her that much, just like I owe it to you. Do you really want me, right now? Cold and dead thing that I am? TO be made love to by a ghost…just sounds entirely unappealing…”
*He would shake his head, and could only nod his head when you talked about their past. Good God…their past ran darker and deeper than any trench in the sea. What had they done together, or more precisely, what hadn’t they done? Quite honestly, they had done just about everything a depraved mind could think of, and then some besides. Even through all that, and some major bad moments later on, they had even had a child together. That was a lot more than most couples could admit to, and for them…it defied everything that defined them. Two cold, hard killers who didn’t give a rats ass about the world, having a child. It almost defied reason, and it sure as hell defied genetics, but it had worked. Even if he had hated you before, wanted you dead more than anything, for the life you had given him, he would always, always love you.*
”Our past is bloodier than most nations, just as full of war and hate… Yet we had good times as well, times where one could say we were almost close, or as close as we could get at the time… But you’re right, I might be remembering things wrong from the valley… I’ll admit much of it is blurred out in a red fog of hate and pain… Another thing you will remember…emotions are always stronger than memories…”
*He would pause, letting you speak of how you had yet to answer that, when he would tilt his head. He was fairly sure you had, but really, he wasn’t going to nit pick it. Better to see how far this went, where it went… Rubbing his chin, he shook his head.*
”Only a complete, and total idiot, would expect fidelity from you Sydel. It’s no more in your nature than it is mine. You will want to take lovers, or pets as I’ve always called them, and I won’t stop you. Hell, I will even help you pick them out if you want. All I ask, Sydel, is that you don’t betray me… I can take anything you throw at me, but if you betray me, I can’t trust you… I’m trying to build that bond, I really am. Trust…it’s the root of everything, every single emotion, and every single setback and accomplishment. If you can’t trust me, and I can’t trust you, there would be no point in being around each other. It is defeatist. You won’t find your life too altered, no more than Athena has. I give you both your freedom, and the means to enjoy your life as you see fit. I don’t expect you to be chained to the house, to wash my clothes or cook my food or any of that menial mundane lifestyle. If you want to run off, go, all I ask, is that you come home sometime, when you’re ready to… That’s all… Just come home to me at some point, and that’s all right….”
*He had paused then, letting the silence stretch between them. He could feel your warm breath on his skin, the way you felt in his arms. He nodded his head.*
”Ask away… there’s a funny thing, Sydel, when you give up control… you realize…your free. I don’t have any reasons to play games anymore… I’ve accepted my past, my deeds, and my life. I’ve accepted my family, and my mistakes… I’m free… So ask what you want. I have nothing to hide… But be warned…you might not like what you hear…”

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..I died at the hands of an angel...Gently betrayed – with a kiss..


says to .:Nauty Nautilous:..:Lef: ..her head had tilted to the side as she watched him double over in laughter..nearly tripping over himself in the process..ikt grew old pretty quickly and she found herself tapping her feet upon the thin wooden beam beneath her..clearly she misunderstood what he meant..Or..it was a lot more likely that he just explained it horribly..and that Anyone would have taken it the same way..she dragged her tongue across her teeth..listening to his explanation then..once he had managed to calm himself..- ..Cold and Dead mm?....she questioned..- ..Kind of like how I used to be?..I find that you find it all entirely unappealing..quite interesting...quite interesting indeed....it would be then that her body would once more do that balance dance..she wobbled a little on that beam before moving to crouch..grasping onto that beam..cursing herself silently for her earlier actions..she could have easily left the floorboards alone..she didn't need to be all that dramatic really..it was so much energy spent..and for what?..to now make things so god damn awkward..she slowly moved to stand once more..arms out at her sides before stepping to a thicker beam where both those boots could rest a lot more comfortably....I do indeed remember emotions being a lot stronger than memories..but..those emotions can just as easily tag onto those memories to make them crystal clear....she reached up to lightly rub at her forehead..she recalled that late afternoon in the valley as if it were yesterday..of course she would..it was fed to her..on a constant repeat..to make her suffer..to make her realise just how much of a weakness fear truly was..as that would be the only time.. The One and only time she was ever actually afraid of him..and like all big events in ones life..it has stayed with her..probably carving her a little differently..making her flinch every so often when hearing something off..or to jerk back when another got that little bit close..and she certainly wasn't about to forget the feeling of bones splintering against her lower back..leaving behind those tiny little slits and cuts..sure..she was the reason those soldiers were dead..or guards..or whatever they were..but it was he that held her down upon their rotted bones and flesh..she shuddered a moment..leaving those eyes closed..concealed..hidden away whilst he spoke on washing..on laundry and cooking?..her brows furrowed numerous times..like she'd ever be a dutiful wife..if that was what he was after she'd fail on day one..she couldn't "cook" and cleaning was certainly not her thing..she preferred to just burn everything..fire made everything nice and tidy..and gone..- ..I could never promise fidelity..ever....she shook her head..- ..and that is me being completley and utterly honest with you..much like you..it's just not in my makeup..it's not who I am..but you know this.. I ....she hesitated ..I just felt the need to ..clarify is all..you appeared to be different..and I was having a hard time believing you had completley changed..as it was coming across....it was her own way.perhaps a little Round-a-bout way of saying she had been wrong..that she was indeed mistaken..- ..Ill take your warning..and of course unerstand it..but do understand you too might not like what you hear..If you have nothing to hide..then I to will come to the party and be much the same....it was time..she was coming to the realisation that things couldn't be hidden forever..not with him in any rate..she had far to much invested to back out now..and she didn't truly know if she could run the risk of backing away..she might never have the chance again..he could be horridly unpredictable..she slowly peeled herself out of his hold..balancing her way back across the beam till she found those stairs..the ones the others were not allowed to return..motioning for him to follow..time to talk yes..but not whilst balancing upon blasted wooden beams that could easily give way at any moment..her footfalls were near to silent..just the gentle clinking of metal as it hit each dirty step...a second floor they would soon approach..one with a proper boarded surface..she needent a chair..or anything like that..reaching back..perfectly pale fingers would seek out his hand before she would settle down to sit upon a dusty circular rug..- ..You asked earlier..when did a man hurt me so badly....she shifted a little..as if feeling a touch uncomfortable? a little awkward perhaps..her gaze wavered before it would finally lift to rest upon him..should he chose to sit across from her..- ..Quite a while ago..many many years ago..the most I knew about Khorn was what I had read in a book..or two..it was all a bit fanciful..a bit..silly....her brows furrowed- ..certainly not something that a young Elf would chose for herself..I had a family....fingers began to curl inward..gripping at the indigo coloured skirt panel- ..Or a Brother at least..I dont recall what happened to our parents...a traveller through the village caught my eye.. he was offering lessons in weapons play..blade form..everything from short to full..crossbow..anything you could possibly think of..he had talent and skill within..and I so desired to learn..to be able to hunt..his name was Andrezon....her hands rose..she reached back to rub at the sides of her neck..- ..

.:Left to Die Here, Trying To Survive Here:.
.:Nothing's So Simple As It Seems:.
says to ...Suicide ° Blonde……Syd: *He had to smile at her words, there was no way not to. The difference in this situation was this. You could probably feel his cold, whereas he had never felt yours. He had almost always burned at hot as the Egyptian sun he had been born under, and he had never felt cold a day of his life. You wouldn’t be able to burn that hot, you had no real knowledge of what it is like to spend your life, much of your life, in such a hot, arid desert. It soaked into your bones, becomes one with you like your skin.*
”I never felt your cold, Sydel. I always ran far too hot to feel cold, even when we were skin to skin. You were more pleasantly cool than anything else… However, I do know I feel cold to you, and I wasn’t sure if that was going to be pleasant or not…”
*He watched you teeter again and almost reached out to steady you. If he had heard your thoughts, he would have laughed and say, well, that’s our tempers for you. Both of them had left a good deal and then some of damage in their wake before, and they had never cared before. He didn’t expect you to start to change that part of you any time soon either. When you talked about emotions being the tool that sharpened memories…he couldn’t argue with you there. Just remembering some of the things that had happened to him in the past brought up some damn unpleasant things, ones he wished he could forget because whenever he didn’t keep a tight lock on them, they would come up and torture him from the dark like restless phantoms and it would take him what would seem life forever to get them back down. If he had known he had been the cause of such a sharp torture though, he would have chosen it a bit differently, made it something that couldn’t be used against you. Then again, that was the thing about the past, hind sight is always 50/50, and sadly, completely unalterable. That had been the one time he laid with you where he was truly and completely pissed off. If it weren’t for the fact that the reason behind it all was to get you pregnant, he probably would have fucked you so brutally it would have killed you before he was finished. Grizzly idea, and none too appealing. He would nod his head when you spoke, and grin softly, shrugging his shoulders.*
”Supposedly, survival of the fittest and evolution go hand in hand… I know you can’t be faithful, and like I said, I don’t expect it from you either… But I can swear to you, this change is real. I think of all those years as…rebellious youth. Learning what to do, what it would cause… I didn’t want to face my reality, my future or my past, I wanted to hide in the present and forget the rest existed… I consumed myself with power and games and women… For what? I’ve got nothing to show for it other than Lucian and Aysel… I wasted my power on stupidity and trivial things… Eventually, you wake up and realize… You don’t want to do that anymore. That you want to find a reason, a purpose for your life, to do something different, meaningful. I don’t know if it happens to people like that, or if it’s just me… But I can’t say I regret it… I made mistakes sure, everyone does… I can choose to learn from them though… Like I hope you will…”
*He nodded, and followed you down, the trip much easier and safer for him because on the wood and such, he held no weight, lighter than air so he could travel about with ease. He remembered what had happened with a sort of…fogginess to it. Come details were crystal clear, others were foggy and dulled out. Maybe death , and the events leading up to it, become blurry at parts? Maybe that was just another part of him. He took her hand when she offered it, and gave it a light squeeze before sitting down on the rug, indian style and relaxed looking. He listened as you spoke, about what happened to you, the man… He wasn’t going to let any of this slip, so he was paying very, very close attention. Keys to the future could be found in ones past, and if he could find a key to setting you free from it, he would give them to you, without grudge or holding back. When you said you had a brother, that rather shocked him a bit. Poor man was probably long since dead… and he sent a prayer to the soul who had probably suffered watching his sister go through hell. At least Marrok didn’t know half of what had happened to him, and he would never, ever, regret keeping him safe from it. He watched you rub at it, and in the silence he asked very softly.*
”You can get rid of it you know…remove his mark… it’s up to you…but I won’t interrupt again…please, go on.”

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…Sydel Deathhaze...
..I died at the hands of an angel....Gently betrayed – with a kiss..


says to .:Nauty Nautilous:..:Lef: ..those long dark lashes lifted as she looked toward him..he spoke on being able to remove the mark..if she so desired it..but did she?, it would be crazy to not have it removed..it certainly didn't stand for anything good, it reminded her of nothing but pain, of a time when she simply shattered for the last time..but then again if one was to think on those same circumstances..Aysel could be thought of in the same way..birthed of a hateful action..she exhaled slow..letting her hands slide back down..resting there upon her knees..- ..It all started out rather innocently..he offered a service..he had a certain kind of confidence that just made everyone hang on his every word..watch his every action..I was no different..It was all Tarrons, My Brother idea really..to start the training..he wanted to be sure that when he went out hunting..or with what work he could find that I would be safe on my own..and I certainly wasn't going to say no, who would..he was quite young..supremly handsome..and ever so talented..what started out to be a once every now and then..soon turned into an every afternoon thing.. I very quickly became quite proficient with all kinds of weaponry..I recall retiring of an evening with my arms burning..aching so deeply from the practise..it hurt..and it might have seemed a little..excessive..but I was not one to complain....drawing her knees inward..her arms soon snaking around them..her cheek..pale..soft soon pressing to the delicate curve of her knee..she would have never complained..ever..Andrezon was giving her the only attention she would ever remember, the only one she could ever truly afford..the city they resided in held a great deal of wealth and good fortune..but unfortunatly for her and Tarron..with their parents missing..they'd be left to fend for themselves..often frowned upon by the elders..though the youth found them oddly ..interesting..different..- ..I remember Tarron had his fare share of lady callers.....she chuckled..all be it quietly..all born from mild amusement- ..Even from those with the bluest blood..I recall seeing their dresses..the jewellery that was often left behind..it all seemed rather magical to one so much younger and to one without a clear understanding of what was actually happening..None of those girls would ever stay..What could a young man have to truly offer?..very little..certainly no home..no palace..he was....she shrugged lightly- ..little more than a toy..though he didn't seem to mind..perhaps much like me..he was simply drawing from the attention recieved when it was offered..I....she paused- ..I can't be entirely sure.. but..he went out one evening..to hunt..and to work..a task..paid in full to retrieve something from the thick forests middle..I..am perhaps a little shady on the detail..I just don't recall..but..when he did return..he was...her brows furrowed- ..different..short..a little abrubt..and seemed in such a hurry..he told me he had to go..that something had gone wrong..referred to me by my full name which he..never did..told me to stay with Andrezon ..for now..and that he would return when things had calmed..and then he was gone..just like that...Andrezon was not far behind..coming in quickly to scoop me up and take me away..it all happened so quickly..I recall being terribly confused..tossed into the back of a travelling salesmans carriage and off we went....she rocked a little..the heels upon her boots scraping into the dusty boards beneath with each slow movement- ..at first he was nice as pie....she stretched her legs out..finding her position a little cramped- ..then things changed..he became short..snapped at very little..It soon became quite clear that I was to be..owned by this travelling salesman..waking one morning rather groggily with the mark..I remember on nights I couldn't sleep..people talking..one voice..so very deep..the other was his..yet when I got the chance to peek out the small slits in the caravans coverings..he would appear to be on his own..he was arguing..almost every night....she frowned..- ...just arguing about everything..and he was apologising profusly..I often wondered if he was slowly going insane..talking to himself in such a way..though soon enough things would become clear...I was to be put to work..he told me the coin was low..and I was pretty enough that it was simply to hard to resist the offers he was being ..well..offered..I rejected..I refused....she shook her head..- ..it would be then that I would be romanced into the idea..convinced of its need..that he held such a care..that it would be the Only way....her bros furrowed at her own stupidity...Ahh youth..it was a wonderous thing- . the only way we could ever truly be..well..together....she rolled her eyes..whispering 'idiot' under her breath..of course referring to herself- ..he..graciously helped me out with the ..she cleared her throat- ..Initial inexperience problem....her brow rose..glancing toward him..as she was sure he would know to what she was regarding- ..it started out pretty simple..I just had to lie there..let them do as they so desired.. I studied many a ceiling..I could probably tell you about a great deal of those that was within the Taverns and Inns of Waterclear and Kinsevan..in supreme detail....she drew the corner of her lip inward..chewing upon it- ..one night..a mercenary got a little bit rougher than I was willing to accept..and although I should have already had all the life pretty much sapped out of me I simply couldn't take it anymore..and I fought back..tooth and nail I fought back..I gutted the poor bastard..right there on that Taverns bed with the only weapons the small room had..a bottle..a small knife and a spoon..I had blood from here to the ceiling..it would be then that the voices would start..there were two..one in each ear..one urging me to end it quickly and go..the other to sup upon the poor souls pain..to delight in his suffering..it was afterall his own god be damned fault he was in this position....Andrezon was just outside the door..he came storming in..near to slipping upon the bloodied puddle ..he was furious..i could see it in his eyes..but he laughed..it was so very maniacle..so very..dark..my heart sank..in that moment..as his visage seemed to flicker..from his own youthful yet rather angried expression..to that of Tarron..and back again....she shook her head..decidedly falling quiet-

.:Left to Die Here, Trying To Survive Here:.
.:Nothing's So Simple As It Seems:.
says to ...Suicide ° Blonde……Syd: *He would remain still, watching, listening, learning… As you went on… He learned more, heard what had happened to you…and felt like he was beginning to understand just what broke you…How deep those fissures went, and just how unstable it had made you over the years. He would smile when you talked about your brother having lovers, it would have to be so. You were in your own right beautiful, your brother would have been too. Besides, as one orphan to another, he knew that you learn to expect and accept just one kind of love, the cheap kind that never went beyond the sultry confines of darkness and sweaty sheets. He heard how you had been drugged and marked like that… Rather tacky of the man to do it that way… He had learned very young that branding and tattoos, held sharper memories when you were made to watch it. Just thinking about it made him reach up and touch the tattoo’s on his shoulder with light fingertips. He was giving you time to speak, to get it all out at your own pace, doing what you needed to do…because let’s face it… This talk… was Centuries over due… When you got to the part where you had been whored out…and what it had meant to you, he felt his stomach knot and bile rise in his throat. He knew that all too well, and if that bastard were still alive today, he would more than gladly embrace that dark side and make a long, slow, immeasurably painful death for that son of a bitch. Still on you talked, and on he listened, his eyes creased slightly with concern and compassion, a few times his lips thinned out into a white line at his fury… But he didn’t speak, not once. When you began to talk about the voices though… Odd…it was almost funny in a way… He wondered what age you were when that happened to you, because he remember the same thing happening to him, only in a dream… Khorn on one hand, and another entity as well… Both telling him to join them, and refusing them both. He had fought hard to remove the shackles of his past, and until recently, had avoided the noose of slavery for a very long time… It would seem though, that you hadn’t really had much choice… Would he ask you questions? Not right now. You had more than enough emotional and mental trauma from just remembering that past of yours. Asking questions would just be salting the wound, and really, what good would that do? It would be cruel of him to do it….at the moment. Later on though, he might ask you some of the questions that burned in his mind right now. When you fell silent for the last time, he felt you had come to an end of that part of your story, at least for now. It was his turn to share what had made him so broken… He clenched his hands, knuckles going white under the strain before he forced them to relax. His voice was mellow, calm, so close to being monotone it was almost scary.*
”My mother…she died when I was almost two…maybe three years old I can’t remember my age anymore… I don’t even know my birthday… Anyways… I was in Cairo, Egypt…it was winter there…still hot but the cold at night would almost burn your skin… I remember I had been hungry for what seemed like forever… I didn’t know how to steal, or what it was… I ate whatever food I found in the street and slept in stalls or doorways if I didn’t get kicked out… I remember one night, wandering, starving… I hadn’t had food or water in days, and I think I was going to die, I remember being so scared… I called and called for my mother that night, but she never came. One of the doors I passed opened up, and a rather portly man was there, smiling at me… He took my hand and led me in, he fed me, made sure I was warm… That was the first bath I had in months… I remember I feel asleep on that mans lap, too tired and too weak for much else… I remember…”
*He paused, his jaw clenching rhythmically, the muscles jumping out with each bite, his breathing unsteady before he got it back under control, and released his jaw…*<

(02:18:06 )
.:Nauty Nautilous:.
.:Left to Die Here, Trying To Survive Here:.
.:Nothing's So Simple As It Seems:.
says to ...Suicide ° Blonde……Syd: …*
”I remember waking up because something was at my lips… I remember thinking for moment that it was food, and I opened my mouth…only it wasn’t food. The man had his cock in my mouth, I remember going somewhere between denial and madness, I tried to push away bit when your that small… You can’t do much… He held me there for what seemed like an eternity, my lips getting torn and bleeding, wanting to throw up but not being able to… Until that bastard finished. I remember once he let me go I threw up all over the floor, semen and bile… I remember hearing him laugh then, tossing a rag at me and telling me to clean it up. So… I did. The next day I woke up to seeing another child, a few years older than me… There was a house full of us, the oldest maybe nine or ten… Each of us were pretty, I remember one boy…he had eyes the color of jade… Another had hair like a tigers that I had never seen before… During the day, I was told what chores I had to do, not many when your so small…sorting nuts and beans… I got breakfast, lunch, and dinner… Then at night, the man would come in, pick one of us, and go on his way… Every night was a new little boy… and sometimes that little boy wouldn’t come back… When he got a little…carried away with one of us, he would just bury the body and find a new boy off the streets or buy one at the slave market. I was left alone for a while, maybe five times a month the man would choose me, and I’d have to go back and have him….do that to me… This went on for a few years, until I was about six or seven… the older I got, the more he chose me… I became his pet favorite of some sort…and by this time, I wouldn’t fight. Better me than one of the little ones… If I could, I would take their place because I knew what it was like…. Well, one night he decided I was…Old enough… I got on my knees, expecting the usual, when he reached his fingers in my mouth and grabbed my jaw and drug me to the bed. I had no idea what was going on, I thought I had done something wrong… I remember he pushed my face into the matress, smelling the raw stink of sweat and semen there… Before I could get up, he rammed me. No lube, no warning, no nothing… I remember screaming at the pain… Screaming on and on and on, not able to stop, like I was in some twisted time loop where I would never get out… After a while though, the pain lessened, you can only take so much before your body shuts down… and I could hear his sick, disgusting, bloated body ramming into me, while he grunted and moaned like some god damned pig in a rut… It took forever but when he finally finished, he made me go to the kitchen to fetch his wine. I remember how hard it was to walk, how each step had a new spurt of blood or semen hitting the floor or running down my legs… I knew I wouldn’t do it again… I couldn’t… I finally knew what he was doing when the little ones or the ones my age, died. When you do that to a child… you rupture organs… I think my only saving grace was who I was. What I was… I remember seeing a pile of rat poison in the corner, used to kill the vermin that would come in and eat the grains… I picked some up, put it in his wine… I didn’t think it would kill him, he was so much bigger than the rats… I just wanted to make him sick so we could all run away… Get out of that place… He took the wine and didn’t even think to guess anything had been put in it… Within moments he was on the ground, writhing, foaming at the mouth… I panicked… I was so scared… I woke up the other children, told them to take food or what ever they could find and leave, that I would be leaving too… So… We did… We picked it clean with the help of the older boys… “
*He paused, shaking his head, wanting to puke at just remembering it…*
”I remember taking my money, a few gold coins I think… and walking all over Cairo for days until my food ran out… Then I went to the biggest whore house in the nation, rivaling anything the Greeks and Romans had at the time… And bought my Apprenticeship… They had never had such a young boy, but with my gold eyes and gold hair, I was going to be a commodity… The way I saw it was… I had been raped, fucked, abused, for four years… At least I would get paid for it here… and at least I would know what was coming, what was expected. It wasn’t pretty, no…but at least it was my choice.”
*He would shake his head, a soft laugh passing his lips, a dry hollow thing.*
”Now…now you might understand a bit more about me… I never raised my own kids because of that… I was terrified that what had happened to me, I would do to my own kids… Sure, I made love to thousands of women, and had more than my fair share of children…but I never raised a single one… I left that to the mothers or orphanages and things like that… I was never…Ever… Going to allow myself to even risk doing that to another child…”

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..I died at the hands of an angel....Gently betrayed – with a kiss..


says to .:Nauty Nautilous:..:Lef: ..drawing her legs up once more..tightly pressed to her chest..arms stretching to snake about them..she'd fall silent..knowing full well it was her turn to listen..he would tell her what he felt he needed to..was she prepared for what he was going to tell?..she certainly was not..her head tilted a little..those duo coloured orbs widened considerably and if it were possible for her to fall a further shade of pale she would have..she felt quite ill..and he was only by that point half way through his history lesson..her brows furrowed though it wouldn't be though anger..it would be through pain..through hurt..trying in earnest to understand just what he had gone through...her childhood was roses and candy compared to what he was dragged through..she at least had parents until she was about seven or so...and an older brother that stuck with her for a while after that...there was still a chance..minimal as it may have been..but there was a chance that he survived..somewhere..maybe Andrezon didn't kill him..maybe he was taken somewhere.. maybe...she shifted a little not about to speak..not willing to make a single sound as he spoke on that sick fat bastard that ruined his childhood..that forced him through pure hell and back again on a daily basis..her lids fell half closed..heavy there upon her face..she exhaled..soon enough he would come to a close..silence once more cradling them both in its lonely arms..she'd shift a little further forward..her fingers would flex..palms would reach out for his..moving in to cradle..to hold..should he allow it..- ..it's hard...whispered..so softly it was almost completley inaudible..it must have been odd really..to any that would have known about this little conversation..some of the most powerful..nasty little beings..having a quaint deep and meaningful..her gaze fell upon his hands as her own continued to hold..her thumbs lightly rubbing along the sides of his palms..touching..just barely- ..I...she hesitated..taking in another breath- ..I can't even begin....words were begining to fail her..her mind was a complete mess..the day was a complete and utter mess..deciding better of trying to talk..instead uncrossing her legs from beneath her..slowly rising to stand..she'd tug him to stand..if he would chose to..- ..You need to go ..she nodded..tilting her head up to look upon him..- ..You need to go back to your wife..back to that family you have.. You need to go..sort things out..perhaps even allow the one you spoke such..meaningful vows to..a little insight into your life..what it means to be you..what you went through and the concerns you have for your future..confusion crossed her features..- ...Don't allow people to assume....she paused- ..you're worth more than that.....she released his hands..slowly taking a step back..and then another..her ankles crossing with every inch .I..uhh...hesitation ..I think I need sometime to myself..to sort through a few things of my own..to deal with..all of this....she had to deal with his question of her..this second wife deal..did she want to even entertain such a thought?..was it for her? a little pro and con work would have to be dealt through..she couldn't recall if she had met Athena before.. perhaps that said something..was she that kind of forgetable?..- ..I wont go..far...her gaze lingered there upon him..before she would move to turn..slightly wobbly legs would have her moving back down the remaining stairs and out of sight-

[BadInfluence]

۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *There was something… really sad about the play he was watching unfold before him… It reminded him too much of himself in his youth, Ace being in the same position, wanting something but terrified of reaching out to grasp it. It was often the curse with men, burned once you tended to not be so willing to reach out again. He had been watching them again, for no other reason than the fact that their story interested him, enough that he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He had watched them on that first night, nudged a few things to…ensure he got his end of the deal… But in all honesty, he hadn’t expected what happened, to actually happen. Sure, he had used a bit of flare, a touch of magic to ensure Trinity could conceive, he was just hedging his bets after all… He just hadn’t expected a thrice fold return… He knew if he had been in Ace’s position, he wouldn’t be handling it so well. When Sydel had come back into his life, with dear sweet little Aysil in tow, he had been completely, and utterly floored. He had never expected the pact with Khorn to go through, not to actual completion. He had made the pact out of anger at Sydel, rage had clouded his mind as he did what he did best… He hurt someone. He had done the best thing he could do to burn her, to make her endure what she couldn’t stand, to carry a child. He hadn’t expected her to go to full term, after all she had told him she had killed it… Aysil was his little darling though, his sweet little girl with that pink little smile and chubby cheeks… He had killed Sydel to spare her that life, and had then sacrificed his own life to bring Sydel back… It had come full circle now that he was back, and in a way it was as if he was watching someone else go through the same thing. When he had found out, listening to Ace talk about his history with Sydel… Honestly, he had thought he was way too old to be surprised, far gone into the realm of the obvious for anything to shock him. To find out that Sydel had given someone else a child, even a stillborn, had stunned him completely stupid. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from that little portal if someone paid him to, seeing something into her past was too valuable, too rare not to take in. It…Explained a lot… And he felt a sharp, stabbing pain of remorse for what he had done to her… Not just once, but several times… He had been too busy seeing the blinding rage and hate that she could express to see past it, he had never before bothered. He was older now though, death made a person grow up a lot faster than the amount of years a person had. He could see that he had done some serious, serious damage to her, and he felt more than a bit bad about it. Was it any wonder she had tried to kill him? Honestly, if he were in her pretty little boots, he would have made sure he stayed dead… But she hadn’t… She had actually brought him back… If that wasn’t love he didn’t know what was… It also made him wonder… If he really should bring her back to Khorn… He didn’t want her with the Dark Prince, hell no… But it didn’t mean he would make her pick the other. He… Wanted her to be…well shit, not happy… Sydel would gag and go on a stabbing spree starting with him if he ever mentioned it to her… But… something akin to it… The world had a whole lot to make up for with the hand she had been given, and he would at least try to repay some of it… It would be up to her what she did with it though… Sydel would likely fight him on it, tell him he was getting soft and all that other stuff that she enjoyed doing, that prickly front of hers on display to keep people at arm’s length. He sometimes wondered if she ever knew what he was willing to go through for her though, how much he would sacrifice. In truth, there was a lot going on right now that he really didn’t like… Such as who was torturing Trinity and really, REALLY screwing up with that little romance there. It was true, suffering brought people closer, but too much would sever the ties there like it was no ones business. He couldn’t figure out who would tag her up like that either, with so many conflicting things, and to make it worse, with Chris’s personal signature… That wasn’t his style, Chris wouldn’t do that… Unless somehow Trinity or Ace or both of them had done something bad enough to get his dear friend royally pissed. And if they did… Well, that put him in a bit of a spot now didn’t it? He liked Ace, they were two sides of the same coin really, but Chris was also a damn good friend of long standing too. Not too enjoyable this… Not with that loose strand there in the middle. He would have to figure out who was in charge of it… First Sydel though, then he could tinker in that other issue dealing with the little protégé and the future he could have before him. Sydel was off in the other room, he knew, and he really did need to speak with her though. He stood, closing that miniature portal in his hand and went over to her room, ready to wake her up. She was still a bit…off center… And he couldn’t blame her really, it was a lot of power to get used to, the stuff that body could do. Even for someone as skilled as she was, it would still catch her off guards at times. Besides, seeing him for the first time in four years probably hadn’t help things all that well either. He would stand at the corner of that doorframe, leaning against it with his shoulder pressed to the frame. Gone was that peacock she had grown so used to, but everything that really mattered was still there.*”Sydel…. You ready to wake up yet?”

(22:04:25 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to ۞ɲɐʋ: ..she didn’t know what to do with herself really.. she was feeling a touch lost.. and when his figure approached her there on that wharf she just about imploded.. it attacked her from the insides.. every sharpened sense she had was on fire.. burning through the blood mixture she had been given.. her mind was reeling.. and then when he kissed her.. oh she just buckled.. she crumbled.. collapsing like she’d turned into the very doll she looked like.. her body just fell.. he would have had to have caught her or she would have just hit the deck.. her fainting was her body and minds way of dealing with the sudden information overload.. it was like.. ‘fuck this.. I’m out” .. he had taken her then somewhere quiet.. somewhere out of the way to rest.. and rest she did.. for quite a great length of time.. she didn’t move.. she didn’t stir.. she didn’t roll or toss about in her sleep.. she just settled there upon her back.. her hands lightly resting atop her stomach.. a sea of long white locks.. of perfectly pale flesh.. the only movement being the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she took those shortened breaths.. her features were.. expressionless.. unreadable.. she may as well have been dead.. just where was her mind taking her however? Was she off on some fantastical journey? Somewhere sweet and loving as some dreams go? Was it something deeply kinky.. filled with sexual deviants and darkness.. or was it a little more on the nightmarish side.. it was nothing.. just a blank void.. like someone seated before an old television set with no signal.. just static.. a jumping image every so often to give hope.. before it would return to that of completely nothing.. when he moved closer to the room her fingers would curl inward.. just a touch.. more like a twitch.. her body knew he was close.. it was responding to it before her mind even had the chance.. his voice flooding the darkened room caused her lids to snap open.. one quick.. brash movement.. though she wasn’t focusing.. not just yet.. and she’d sit bolt upright.. her hands coming down to rest beside her for balance.. she was looking directly at him there.. though she wasn’t seeing him.. not at first..- .. uhh.. .. she’d blink.. her voice crackling a little no doubt because of how long she’d been out of it.. she cleared her throat.. drawing her knees up.. twisting her frame around.. her movements were slow.. yet very precise.. - . hmm.. .. she slowly moved to stand up.. backing away from the figure standing there in the door way.. slowly weaving her legs backwards till she felt the wall pressing there against her shoulders.. was this where the dream was going to finally come in to play? The static gone.. replaced by this.. just who was this standing there in the doorframe.. and where in the gods name was she.. her arms rose.. she crossed them there about her chest.. her lips pursed together- .. I.. uh.. .. she frowned- .. no.. No.. . she shook her head slowly sliding down the wall to sit- .. nope.. No.. Nuh uh.. not making any sense…... her hands rose to grip at the sides of her head..soon gaining handfuls of white hair- .. you’re going crazy.. you’re finally going crazy..


۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He watched that twitch, that bare movement of her fingers along her stomach, barely there. She was not quite awake then, but enough for her to realize he was here. That was a good sign at least, in all honesty, he thought he might have broken her with too much of a shock. He had never thought she would come up against something she couldn’t bounce back from, not like that. When she had crumbled he had held her in his arms, cradling that tiny little body against him as he made his way back to one of the other houses in town. He had three set up right now, ready to use them all in a rotation for the sake of keeping people guessing. That and privacy, he had learned that privacy was a damned amazing thing. She had been out of it for days though, three to be precise, and it had been enough for him to grow a bit concerned. He wasn’t sure how that body worked now, it wasn’t exactly a science and it wasn’t like it had ever been done before. He wouldn’t tinker with it, too worried that if he did, she would be forced out of his old body and back into the existence of being a ghost once more. She suddenly sat up in that bed though, her frame looking like someone had just tied a two by four against her back, it was that ramrod straight. What the hell? His brow rose over those pure black colored eyes, watching her talk more to herself than him, and it looked like… Well… Like she was afraid of him. What… The hell? She’d only ever had cause to be afraid of him once before, their first meeting when he had planned on killing that woman who bugged the shit out of him. He had no reason to harm her, especially now, and there was no reason in hell she should fear him. Both brows rose when she said she was going crazy, grabbing those ivory locks. Well bugger Khorn… her body could tell it was him by his voice, his energy, but Sydel wouldn’t listen to them right now. She was relying on her eyes. He could always shift into a form that was more familiar to her, but the idea of doing that made his lip curl a bit in distaste. When he had died, he and Sydel had both been changed forever; there would be no going back for either of them after that day. He didn’t want to wear those false bodies, false faces, false eyes… She had never seen him as he was truly meant to look like when he was born, that was a gift he was giving her right now and she didn’t realize it. He shook his head softly but he remained in that door frame, giving her that space. His voice was commanding though, cutting through that fog in her head, snapping her attention up to notice his voice, that voice that never changed.*”You’re not going crazy Sydel… I really am here… I thought you’d be a little less…freaked out by my arrival… You did want me back, didn’t you? Or is it the fact that you don’t recognize me?”*His hand moved up to that black silk shirt of his and began to release the buttons, revealing that well-muscled physique that she would never be able to forget. Pulling the tails of it out of the top of his pants, he slid it off his shoulders and tossed it on the bed. On each of those shoulders would be four black diamond tattoo’s. That mark of his profession when he had been growing up, the proof he had completed every stage of physical pleasure possible between two bodies. He reached up, tapping one of his shoulders, his voice low, even, mellow now, not wanting to drive her to a panic.*”Come on Sydel… Who else do you know has tattoo’s for being the world’s best man whore? Who else could knock you on your pretty little ass like that with a kiss? I know… That I don’t look the same, but you’re going to need to trust me on this one…” *He knew she didn’t trust, not wholy… But she should at least recognize his voice, as far as he knew, no one ever sounded like him. It would be a damn impossibility for anyone else to ever come close to those deep resonant timbers, that velveteen growl that just sounded too damn sexy to be normal. He would come forward slowly, giving her time to see him approach, watch the fall of his feet on the floor, the steady pace to get to her side. He did get to her side though, kneeling down he would pick her up like a delicate piece of sves china. He would then walk over the to bed with her in his lap, his fingers gently brushing along her cheeks before removing her hands from her hair, watching it turn into those super tight curls that bounced with a life of their own. He would continue to hold you there against his chest, waiting for her to calm down surrounded by his arms and the sound of his heart, still unique to him.*”I’m here Sydel, I promise… Listen to my voice… Listen to the sound of my heart… The way my power feels to you… Smell the sandalwood on my skin Sydel… You know it’s me… “*His arms were still around her, his chin on the top of her head as he let her adjust to him. No fast moments from him, no sudden changes or anything like that… Like a child, she needed things to go as a slower pace right now, to let her mind come around.*”Do you know why you’re here Sydel?.... What brought you to this place?... What’s your last memory?”


...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to ۞ɲɐʋ: .his voice slowly began to soak through the sponge that seemed to have taken up residence there within her head.. quiet at first.. though growing louder and louder as each moment passed.. her head would lift a little as she heard his movements.. she could then see his boots.. closing the gap that was between them both before he reached down for her.. cradling her lithe frame in his arms with little effort.. before he would settle there upon the edge of the bed she was only just within.. he was right.. there was a trust issue there.. this could well have been anyone.. HE could have been anyone.. but the voice was making it hard for her to argue that point.. she knew that voice.. knew it better than the sound of her heart in her head.. she could feel that prickling upon her skin.. that all to familiar sensation brought on from just being nearer to him.. and then of course her hair.. bouncing up into the tightest of tight little ringlet curls.. she tilted her head a little.. those vacant ivory orbs would begin to wander down over his features.. over his face.. his cheeks.. his nose.. the colour of his skin.. those inky black pools.. little things were sparking in her.. giving her reason to believe and such would be obvious by the expressions crossing her own features.. a slight twitch of her brow.. a parting of her lips.. a breath drawn quickly.. and again in succession.. she reached over to him.. the bare tips of her fingers pressed against his cheek.. as if checking to see if there was actually anything there to touch.. before a sharpened nail would drag its way down along that prominent jawline.. till she was able to gain a small grip upon his chin.. her gaze would narrow and she’d lean in just a little closer.. peering into those eyes of his.. - .. no one.. .. she spoke softly.. quietly.. one brow would soon rise on its own as the corners of her lips would begin to twitch.. were there a grin.. a crack of a smile there begging to develop?.. to break free perhaps?- .. no one has knocked me on my pretty little ass.. . she lightly smacked her lips together- .. I simply didn’t feel like.. walking any further.. I was.. .. she paused for effect- .. tired.. that’s all.. you seemed like quite an able bodied soul.. got you to carry me didn’t I.. .. Oh it was cheeky.. it was terribly cheeky.. she found her gaze lowering a little.. she was doing her damnest to bite back the smile that was trying in earnest to find freedom.. her mind and body finally connecting as one.. to tell her that he had indeed returned.. that the figure infront of her was the one she so desired to come back.. that what she had done there in the forest had worked.. without warning she just wrapped her little arms around him Oh so tightly.. her chin coming down to rest there upon his shoulder.. her eyes closed.. she allowed his scent to return .. to fuse as one with her senses.. to attack each and every one of them.. - .. thankyou.. .. was what she offered in the quietest little whisper.. it was her words to him for thinking her high enough to return.. after what Chris had said to her..there on that wharf.. that stung.. more so than nearly anything had ever.. Ever before.. he found her worthy enough to return to.. to return for.. - .. don’t know why I’m here.. .. she murmured- .. no.. don’t know what brought me here.. no.. .. she exhaled.. not releasing that hold she had.. as if her life depended on it right at this very moment- .. memory is a bit.. lacking..but I’m getting used to it..

۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He was glad she decided not to go all cat tossed in the tub on him, she did have a set of vicious little claws that could rip skin quite painfully when she wanted to. She was calm there in his arms, a bit dazed and confused, but not going at him like a bat out of hell. It was good honestly, he had expected her to bite him when he came forward to pick her up and hold her to him. He was watching her closely though, wanting to read every movement of her face and body, using it as a guide, a map to see just how far gone she was. He knew… He knew that HE wasn’t quite right, after all, he KNEW he had been alive for a VERY long time, but he couldn’t member much more than the day he died for her and a few things here and there besides. Some things he could recall clearly, others not so much. He figured it was much the same for you, had to be with the way you were responding. Still, it was encouraging to see those moments of recognition there in her eyes, taking in features of his face that remained the same, the shape of his eyes, the jawline… He felt her put a finger against his skin, causing him to grin down at her. He couldn’t blame her, he knew what it was like being a ghost and just…walking through everything… It was a pain in the damn ass. Then that nail on his skin, leaving a slight red welt in it’s wake as she drug it down his jaw. Poor thing, if she wiggled she’d find a present in his lap, and it wasn’t an eggplant in his pocket either. Four years and no sex… For him? It had been long enough for him to notice the ache of a life without it, but not quite so long as he would lose his desire for it. IT was just somewhere in between where he wanted it, but it wasn’t the drive that had driven him as before. In all honesty, the last person he had made love to, was this little white fox in his lap, his darling little dark princess. He would allow her that grip on his chin, watching her as she moved in, not blinking or breathing, simply watching her. At her words though, oh he lost it. He started laughing, that deep chested tiger like rumble. A brow would raise as he spoke, those full lips curling at the side in that crooked grin of his.*”My dark, evil little Princess, you are a such an arrogant little thing. If you like, I would be more than happy to kiss you again and make you black out, I would, but sadly, I need you cognitive… we can save the kinky stuff for later.” *He could see the twitching at the corner of his lips, leaning forward slightly to flick the corner of them with his tongue, teasing her, tormenting her…just a bit. He would have done more, he had to admit. As soon as he had tasted her, just that little flick was enough to make him throb. Still, he held it back, shoving that desire down as deep as he could bury it. There were too many things he needed to talk to her about, and not enough time to puzzle it all out without anyone loosing too much. Then she had suddenly wrapped her arms around him, and it was his turn to be floored… His arms wrapped around her tighter, holding her to his bare chest, his heat washing over her cool skin, warming her through and through, protecting her, sheltering her in it’s warmth. Then those words… those two little words… Humans put so much damn stock in things like I love you, or Your my soul mate and all that other clap trap nonsense… Sure, they were nice words, and sometimes they were true…but it wasn’t WHAT was said that mattered, but when…and by who… Sydel never, EVER said thank you… Hell… She never hugged. Ever. In the four years he had been dead, he had really and truly worried that she had reverted, that their moment there when he gave up his body for her, to let her live without chains… He was afraid that tenderness he had seen there…that compassion…her heart… That it would all be gone again before he had gotten back. This right here… this was proof that it hadn’t… Fuck the world and their opinion of her, they would never know the truth of her… No one know her like he did… And no one would know him like she did… They might be a couple of seriously damaged individuals… but they belonged together, they worked together… No one could understand them like each other. Those two little words had been more than just a thank you, though from her, that was rarer than anything else as it was…no…. Those two words held a whole lot more to them than the English language could fully cover. He pressed his lips to her temple, crossing his legs, forming himself around her, making himself her perch, her haven. His words were a low whisper in her ear, his lips barely grazing the top of her ear.*”I would travel through a thousand lives, in ten thousand worlds to find you Sydel… Nothing will ever keep me from finding you… I’m always going to love you Sydel, always…”*He gave her a tight hug, almost too tight, before relaxing just a bit, his arms still wrapped about her securely, lovingly. He listened, and wondered if she was having a hard time adjusting to having a different body for four years… Or of it was perhaps something to do with The Dark Prince? Or was this Khorns doing? Too many questions.*”It’s alright Sydel, all that matters is you are here… We’ll figure this out together… We always do, don’t we? Do you think you could handle me asking you some questions? I know you’ve been working for my friend Chris, but I don’t know why… What does he have out for Ace? I’m surprised you didn’t kill Ace yet honestly… It’ a bit of a puzzle to me… I could always pry it open, but I think I would rather ask you first… Think you are up to answering? Or would you rather not? Either is fine Sydel, just let me know at what pace you want to go, ok?”

...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to ۞ɲɐʋ: .. his laughter made her own spill forward.. his was always quite contagious ..her own was quiet.. sleepy little giggles there against the curve of his shoulder.. her small body trembling in that mini fit.. - .. yes.. we will leave the kinky stuff for.. later.. .. she felt his arms wrapping around her all the tighter.. almost forcing the very breath from her lungs.. it would have been uncomfortable for anyone else.. but for her.. it felt just perfect.. her sharply pointed ear twitched when he whispered so very close to it.. her lids grew heavy.. closing over once more.. though she would turn her head then.. resting her cheek upon his shoulder.. finding it almost impossible to keep that smile from crossing its journey over those supple pink lips of hers.. his declaration struck her.. right down deeply into the very core of her being.. it would be something she wouldn’t soon forget.. it would be with her always.. his general appearance had indeed changed a little.. he was no longer dripping with jewellery .. draped in the finest fabrics.. he wasn’t as showy as he once was.. yet his current dress.. that more.. classic understated style didn’t detract from his beauty what so ever.. - .. ask away.. .. she whispered.. shifting a little there within his lap as he moved to cross his own legs.. letting her ass fall down into that tiny gap.. to cradle.. she’d listen to the beating of his heart as he spoke..- .. yes.. I have been working for Chris.. .. she nodded a little.. her gaze simply looking out into the other room though at nothing in particular..- .. Oh.. it’s a little.. confusing.. you may want to ask him yourself for any finer details.. as he tends to ramble on a bit.. so I kind of.. shut his voice out sometimes.. .. she began to innocently tug on her lower lip with her teeth- .. apparently Ace was mucking with his new wife.. .. she frowned.. trying to remember the auburn haired girls name..the thoughtful expression settling there- .. uhh.. Quinn.. I think her name is Quinn.. anyway.. .. the tips of her fingers began to tap lightly against his back.. drawing small circular designs and patterns.. absent gestures she didn’t even really know she was doing- .. I don’t know.. all I do know is he was wildly violent about it.. he was an angry little beetle.. .. she nodded- .. he wants me to trail the pair.. see whats up.. whats happening.. and I have to report back at the weeks end.. I impersonated the seamstress a couple of nights back.. to get a glimpse of this.. Trinity up close.. .. she lifted her head from his shoulder then.. looking directly at him.. at his face.. her hands drawing away from the embrace.. to have her palms lean in to cradle his cheeks..thumbs lightly brushing across the softened skin- .. I haven’t killed him yet.. no.. Chris wants them trailed.. not dead.. .. she shrugged her pretty little shoulders.. Ace was just another useless male to add to the pile.. there was no real recollection there.. at least not yet- .. Chris mentioned something about .. designing a gown.. it was dark.. lace.. very tight.. not something I think this girl would wear.. .. she shook her head- .. Oh and he wants me to kiss her.. whilst under the guise of this.. young Ace of hers.. .. she seemed unpeterbed by it all.. as if she was just going through the motions.. as if this was just a day job for her.. something to keep her occupied- .. I of course wouldn’t say no.. .. her head tilted a little.. she slid a finger around the curve of his full lips- ..the chance to get you back was a gamble I was more than willing to take.. I was simply lucky enough that the odds worked out in my favour.. that’s all..

۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Hearing her laugh… In all honesty, he couldn’t remember the last time he heard it, it was such a rare thing for her… Sydel always put up such a front, even around him, a thick steel wall that was damn hard to get through, let alone around. Through their years together, they were always drawn to each other but in the most chaotic, violent way. It seemed perhaps…that death had been a great thing to happen to them, even if it had come about in a very odd fashion. All he knew was that, in this moment, as strange as it was, he was absolutely content. Hearing her laugh, holding her, feeling her small little frame against his… Perfection. He would draw it out as long as he could, forever if possible really, it was such a pleasurable thing. He could feel her move softly in his arms, shifting herself about, pressing that cool delicate cheek against his shoulder as his fingers ran tight little circles up her spine in a pleasant massage. With her agreeance to saving it for later, he couldn’t resist that little cock sure grin as he whispered to her alone.*”I’ll show you what one of these diamonds stands for later… It’s for suspension pleasure… silk sheets and no gravity… The penetration is….fantastic… Well worth the wait… We’ll even go and share a fresh kill, some ornery fuck and we’ll spit him like a little piggy… The fatter the better, the fat ones always last longer… Then a bath afterwards I think… The fat ones last longer, but the always smell like hell… I never could figure that out about humans…”*It was true, though all his years, he could not fathom for the life of him what it was about the fatter humans and smelling like a ripe overturned pile of fecal matter. Just…just no. They smelled. Awful. She was right though, the understated fashion wasn’t a bad thing, rather it simply gave him an edge. Sydel was so beautiful, such a lovely, pale little thing she could get away with wearing what ever she wanted and no one would bat an eye, but he tended to garner far too much attention. The two of them… They were little spies, wee little assassins in this dark universe. They each had their own disguises now, and the hell they would wreak would be far too enjoyable. It had been years since they shared a kill together, it would be a wonderful little gift for them to share, to renew their lives together once more. When she answered his question as to the why… Well…that explained a bit… Ok… A lot. Even if that tagging wasn’t Chris’s style, the man was utterly unstable at times and he wouldn’t have put it past him to do something like that. But… How would he known about Khorn? The dark prince? And how had he been able to cut the girl like that? Chris had about as much magic in him as a unicorn fart, which was to say, none at all. The man was cursed, yes, powerfully so, but curses and magics were very different things. He would dip his head down and take the tip of that ear, nibbling it softly while he thought before sucking on the tip, releasing it like a pert little nipple before he spoke.*”Chris is brilliant, but utterly mad. There is no balance there, it is simply black and white, no grey. I don’t blame you for tuning him out, I love him as a friend, but when he isn’t on the Opium, he is nuttier than a bag of squirrels… Thank you Princess, for telling me… It fills in a gap that had me a bit curious. Though… he had you tail them? What in the hell is he thinking about? A complete misuse of your talents my dear…”*So…Chris had his fingers in this pie… Couldn’t blame him, not if Ace had done anything to hurt what Chris claimed. The man was like a mad scientist, utterly brilliant, but completely unhinged. Chris had something called split personality disorder and sociopathic tendencies. What didn’t conform for him, he broke. He felt bad for his wife really… If Chris didn’t learn to merge the two sides of himself, he would snap and kill her. He was honestly surprised he hadn’t yet. There was a reason he had a bad reputation, after all. Still… would Chris be the one messing with the two of them so badly? He wouldn’t put it past him…but at the same time Chris wasn’t the kind to delegate things to others when he could handle them himself. What was making him hold back from killing Ace? Or hell, vice verse? He didn’t want either one to die, but if they were going to be idiots and fight then he wasn’t going to stop them either. As before, and now, and till the end of time, he really hated stupidity and wasted effort. *”I saw her too…in Khorns chamber… He wants her something fierce… Same as he wants you still, you know… I won’t let him have you though… Never… You’re mine. All mine, always…”*He had made his choice… Sydel was here… She was the way he had seen her in those last moments… Fuck the bloody bugger, he wouldn’t let that bastard destroy her twice… No one was going to do ANYTHING to her but Him. He felt her hands on his cheeks, that sweet cool softness that felt like heaven there, causing him to lean into her caress, moving just so, running his tongue along the palm of her hand, a teasing flick. A low growl sounded as she shifted, falling deeper into his lap. Soon as that ass landed he couldn’t resist the upwards bucking oh his own hips, a deliciously painful pleasure. Oh he would drag this out for hours and hours yet, torturing them both. They had waited four years, what was a few more hours?*”You keep touching me and I’m going to put those lovely, skilled little hands to better use on my cock… That ass of yours is torturing me you know… You haven’t changed a whit, still that stunning beauty with the body of a devil… Utterly perfect Sydel, always… But I digress… I blame those pert cheeks… really, no one should have an ass like yours my dear… But I digress… I don’t want him dead either… He has potential and you know how much I hate wasted potential… Though why Chris wants you to make her a dress is beyond me… That girl does NOT look good in what you would… You should have seen her in the chambers, that red dress… I’ve never seen anyone look so utterly horrible in red. Though the kiss though… That makes me interested… Should we stick our fingers in their pies my dearest? We’ve always been so good and being terribly bad…”

(01:50:25 )
۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: >*Damn it… If she kept touching him, he really was going to say fuck the plans and bed her right here and now till neither of them could walk. He moved with a sudden darting motion, catching that finger in his teeth, sucking on it before flicking it with his tongue, staring into your eyes, letting you know aaaaaall the kinky things he was planning for later. Right now though, plans to play out, fun little things to do, oh so many fun little things. He would release her finger then, only to capture her lips, hard and fierce as he crushed her to his chest, forbidding her any escape. He softened it up at the end, masterful yet sweet, sucking on that full lower lip like a ripe little bit of berry before releasing it.*”I would say do it… Put on the guise of Ace… But there is more to it than he is telling you… That girl bonds to whoever kisses her, so when you kiss her, she will be yours. You should know too, she’s pregnant… I had planned on taking one of the children, the first born, wanting to give Aysil a little brother or sister… but the souls will do as well. There is someone else playing in this same game, an unknown player even I can’t get a bead on right now. I don’t like it… If we…. Move things along faster than it wants, it will force their hand, perhaps even bring them forward… We’ll kill them together, yes? After all, no one gets to pull the strings but us, isn’t that right?” *Another low, throaty chuckle at your words. Ooooh but you were such a tease today, you were killing him and he loved it. Being outside of a body for so long, even the pain of arousal without satisfaction was its own kind of sweet.*”I love you Sy… Always… I won’t leave you again, I swear… But I won’t lie… That thing Chris did with the quirt… I have to admit, I wouldn’t mind using it on you some time… You do have such an amazing ass I think a few streaks of red would look lovely on it… “

...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to ۞ɲɐʋ: .. her head tilted to the side a little.. those ivory orbs widened a touch when he spoke about this.. suspension pleasure.. one brow rose quite curiously..her gaze would shift from him to those diamond stands.. and then back again.. before those same eyes.. that vacant gaze would begin to just sparkle with all manner of mischief and darkness when he started talking about tracking down some useless fat fucker to gut.. her lips drew inward and she bit down hard on the wicked little grin that was forming there- .. Oh yes.. .. she almost whined softly- .. yes please.. .. and to just what was she begging?.. the suspension please? The gutting of the human?.. or perhaps a little bit of both?...she watched him as he spoke about Chris, Quinn and Ace about the trio.. the good and the bad.. about Opium and then of course his thanks to her for telling him what she knew.. she nodded to him when he then spoke about Khorn.. - .. Oh I know.. .. she knew full well that she was wanted back.. she knew that she was being followed around..- .. He can’t see me.. . she pursed her pretty little lips together.. shaking her head- .. and I think that’s what is making it all the worse.. Otherwise he would have grabbed me by now.. I just know it..I can’t be certain why.. either The Dark Prince has me shielded by some kind of.. preternatural umbrella ..or maybe it’s this body.. I just don’t know.... she tugged a little on his chin there- .. I fear if he took me again.. he wouldn’t let me go this time.. I’d be lucky to be be allowed to explore as I do... her lips parted suddenly .. a breathy whimper sounding as he bucked up against her.. her little frame easily bouncing in that lap of his- You are such a fucking tease.... her brows furrowed as she shifted a little there.. resituating herself..she would reach for his hands.. sliding her’s.. much smaller beneath.. reaching them to her to guide his touch down across the rounds of her shoulders.. over the stunning curves of her breasts.. down over that smooth lean stomach..before she would release her hold..- .. and every precious inch of this body.. is yours.. always has been.. always will be.. .. she smacked her lips together lightly- .. yes I think we should.. go and stick those fingers in their pies.. I need some fun.. .. she put on such a pretty little pout then.. looking to him through those long dark lashes.. her lips parted once more and this time she took in such a sweet quick breath.. watching him assaulting that one solitary finger.. she trembled a little there in his hold..- ..oh dear... a shuddered exhale before his lips would all but crushed upon her own.. her head tilting to the side.. and this time she would return it.. she would claim those lips hungrily before it came to a sudden end.. and she murmured.. her hands rising to grip at the fabric of his shirt..- ..yes..… she whispered.. remaining ever so close to his face.. to his lips there- .. we will kill them all.. together.. .. she nodded.. her gaze lifting to look to him there.. she neglected to react when he spoke about Aysil.. - .. I do so look forward to seeing what kinds of trouble we can get into..as for the quirt.. You wont hear any complaints from me..I do so enjoy a good whipping .. she tugged on that shirt of his a little tighter.. pulling him back to her before she’d take those lips of his once more.. that addiction.. the one that would always be there.. right from day one way back when things began.. that flame would flicker.. turning back into that wild fire deep down in her belly..- ..You have no idea how much I have missed you.. .. she’d whisper.. almost inaudibly there against his lips..- .. no idea..

۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He loved watching her face when he got to teasing her, talking to her about things she hadn’t yet experienced, yet known. Loved teasing her, taunting her, tormenting her to watch each of those little reactions cross over her face, such a lovely little road map to what she was feeling. He knew how she worked, her little internal quirks and flips, each little dial to turn and levels to adjust. Considering just how long they had been together though, it would be strange for them not to know that about each other. Sure, there was still mystery there, still a level of uncertainty. That little bit of darkness that left them curious about the other, about which reactions would come from this or that little act, little deed, little play. He could tell he had her, and he hadn’t even gotten to the good parts. After all, she would remember he had such a penchant for toys, whips and chains, dildos and nipple clamps, and he adored using them on her to watch her squeal and wriggle beneath him before finally giving her what she wanted. He had always built her up to that peak though, always loved to tease her, torment her, make her whine and beg before fucking her stupid. It was a perfect mix of give and take, of suspension and satisfaction. His hand slid down her back to slide a finger just into the upper dip of her ass crack, teasing that sensitive flesh there, so often passed up but incredibly delicate and sensitive to even the lightest touches. He would let his fingers dance there, tapping out a rhythm against her skin, tormenting little taps against that taught flesh.*”Please what, my sexy little deviant?... We can’t very do them both at once you know, the carcass would ruin the smell of your sexy little slit, and I do love the smell of it when your all sopping wet for me. You know, I think I’m getting hungry… I’ll have a taste here very soon… I haven’t had your honey in a while, and it’s such a shame… Why, I’m practically emaciated, just wasting away…” *he pressed his hand over his heart, pretending to be weak from hunger, tilting his head forward so that his straight black hair fell across all that creamy white skin like ink on a snowfield. So it was true then…She was going to the Dark Prince… Damn and hellfire. Honestly, he had been asked to join that side a few times, but he preferred Khorn. At least he was straight forward, honest, his warriors were straight forward. The Prince… he just RUINED sex… That was one thing he wasn’t about to have, not one bit of it. Sex was something he enjoyed thoroughly, and the day he couldn’t bring you to orgasm because you demanded more and more stimulation that was outside the realm of pleasure, he would lose his shit, literally.*”Probably the body more honestly. It doesn’t house the Primordial soul any more, but centuries of magic are in that skin, it’s powerful, but utterly untraceable. Khorn would see you as quite the gem in his crown, the famous white witch with the body of a primordial. He would nut off just thinking about it if he knew. I won’t make you pick a side, I work free lance for Khorn now, we have a mutual goal and we suit well enough. I hate the Dark Prince though. I wonder Sydel, are you just toying with him? As long as it’s not a serious commitment or contract, I don’t care which God you decide to play with…just don’t bind yourself one. I plucked you out of the chaos before, and I’ll do it again, but I’d rather spend the energy fucking you. Better use of it, don’t you think?”*He heard that sweet little gasp and grinned at her wickedly, that kinky, lusty glint in his eyes like nothing else. Was he teasing you, well, of course! If he didn’t, you’d think he was broken or something, and really, who wants that? He allowed you to settle again, only to thrust against your core once more, purposefully tormenting your cunny with the hardness of his shaft that was held away by a few paltry layers of fabric.*”I could always just fuck you, you know… But teasing adds that extra little dynamic that makes that much more fun, don’t you agree? Besides, we both know your not pissed about it…you’re biggest complain right now is the fact that I still have my pants on.” * His hands would follow your lead easily, a gleeful, willing participant as you mapped out your body beneath his palms, those sensitive units taking in the mesh of the fabric, the firm, supple flesh beneath it… His hands danced over every dip and hollow, knowing each curve there better than he knew his own face, his own heartbeat. He knew for instance, that when he cupped your breasts and pinched your nipples between his ring and middle finger’s knuckles, the pressure and tension on your skin would make you buck. Or the fact that nipping at the underside of your breast made you moan? How about that sweet spot right at your grin between your slick little pussy and your thigh? He knew so many of your pleasure spots, knew just what to do with them to bring you to a screaming orgasm and watch you melt into a puddle of satisfied sopping sex. He growled lightly, moving in to nip at your jaw, right by your ear, his hands moving down farther on their own accord to pull up the fabric of that dress. Fuck the fat man, he wanted her…Now. His fingers found the hem of that fabric and began to slide it up over those long, taught, gorgeous fucking legs, pressing down just enough to cause his nails to scrape across that skin before gripping that flesh, leaving little red marks on that flawless skin. Farther up still his hands went, to mid-thigh when he would really begin to torment and tease her. His fingers would slide up along the inner thigh, tickling, teasing behind her knees and the inner curves of her thighs. He would stop just shy of touching her slit, rubbing, teasing, scraping along that inner flesh before he would flick his fingers out against her slit, his middle finger unerringly finding that clit, giving it a sudden, sweet, fast little caress as his finger completed the motion before he would pull his hands back, resting them on the outer swells of her hips.*”Oh Sydel, baby, You’re always going to be mine… No one can love you like I do, knows every inch of you where you want to be touched… Where you need my hands, my fingers, my tongue… I know where you want it before you do, and there isn’t a spot inside your hot honeyed little cave that I don’t know how to stroke to make you scream my name. We both know right now, for instance, if I slide my hand up just a bit farther, like so…” * He would move his hand up as he spoke, nails digging into her inner thighs, those sweet little swells right beneath her slit. With a firm pressure, he would part her thighs even more before sliding his hand to cup her core with his hand.*”And cup you like this… when I move my hand back and forth rapidly, we both know I stimulate your clit, making you all hot and slick for me…”

(04:24:09 )
۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He would proceed then, cupping her cunt firmly in his hand, and with fluid, practiced, perfect movements, began to move his hand from left to right rapidly, vibrating that sensitive skin there before he would shift his hand up, pulling that skin tight with him and causing an upward jolt of pleasure from the sudden shift of stimulation direction.*”And the more I do this in tighter little circles, getting more and more intense, why, within about ten minutes or so I’d have you screaming my name as you soak my crotch like the kinky little bitch you are… And we both know how much we enjoy that, don’t we?” *That grin was still on his face, listening as she agreed to play the game with him, to go about dipping their fingers into pies that had no business in and tasting of each one individually. They weren’t bad people, but they were VERY good at being very, very bad. After all, Nautilous would help Ace fall in love if it were to happen. Just as he would help Chris protect what was his. Same as he would ensure no one EVER fucked with his wife. Sydel was his, always, forever, eternally till even time itself crumbled into ash. For Sydel and her alone, he would go to the ends and back to help… That was just how it was, nothing complicated or overtly flowery about it… She was his, He was hers… Fin. *”Oh yes… Let’s go a-tinkering my love… Set the tempo to the dance….” *It was then that he would tease and torment that finger, those lips of hers before pulling back, tormenting her further. When he broke that kiss, as loath as he was to surrender her sweet plump lips, this was all to a purpose. To drive you utterly mad. He knew she was ready though, even without the fact his hand was pressed tightly against her slit, tormenting her with smooth, strong strokes that never penetrated her slit but rather manipulated her flesh so that it would stroke her bud for him. It made it all the better because it offered such a double edge blade of pleasure. Those fingers on his shirt had him grinning down at her when she mentioned the full on go ahead for the whipping.*”Mmmm later… right now I think we both need a good old fashioned fuck… We’ll leave the props for later when I have the time to torture you slowly… I’ll find me a virgin and bathe you first, paint your scarlet from head to toe before I whip you so when I slice that lovely skin open you get the added head rush… And if you’re good, if you’re REALLY good, I’ll even give you some of my own blood… Imagine how high that’s going to get you… And that’s before I even fuck you… That right there…that’s just four play.” *Oh he couldn’t resist it, you were too perfect, too darling, that low deep chuckle passing his lips to vibrate your own as you leaned in, pressing your lips against his own. He didn’t need clothes right now, and despite the fact he was no longer the preening peacock, he did keep a few tricks up his sleeve. A little thought ripple, no more, and those pants, boxer briefs, and shirt were gone and he was beneath you in all his amber colored glory. Shifting his legs a bit, never once breaking that kiss, he would tilt you back, one hand on your back to support you, the other on your slit, prepping you, getting you slick and wet for him. Chris was bigger than him, but he knew all the right spots. Not the size of the ship you know, but the ability of the capital to get all passengers off before reaching his own destination. He slid his hand down her back then, grabbing a handful of that fabric to pull it up under her lower half was bared to him.*”Nor do you love… But I’ll give you a little sampler right now… If I’m rusty, you’ll forgive me, It’s been years after all.”*He would give her another bruising, dominating kiss, sliding his tongue out to flock at her lips before breaking it off once more, shifting his weight, moving down till his head was just a mere inch from her slit. He ran his fingers down her labia there, teasting stroking them till they opened up for him like a flower for a bee. He watched as that pale ivory skin split to the sweetest, softest shell pink color, all dewy sweet before he would blow on it, that air cooling significantly before caressing her with invisible hands.*”Look at this pretty little pink slit…. I love it… So responsive, so tender… utterly delicious… I’ll destroy it soon, but before I do, I’m going to savor me some sweet meats… Might as well show you a little tenderness before I fuck you raw, it’s only fair, isn’t it?”

[BadInfluence]

...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to ۞ɲɐʋ: ..that sweet adorable little pout remained there upon her features as she looked to him there through those long charcoal coloured lashes- please to everything of course.. I have always been a little on the greedy side.. wanting more and more.. to which you have always delivered.. in spades.. she shot him a playful wink .. she would listen as he spoke about working freelance for Khorn.. her lips pursing together when he mentioned hating that Dark Price.. she nodded.. screwing up her pretty little face a little- .. he is a bit of a bother most times.. .. she nodded.. referring to the prince of course- ..there is no commitment or contract no.. nothing as of yet.. I know that there will be one coming soon enough.. of that I am quite certain.. but.. I really don’t know.. I don’t know what I want.. .. this was her biggest problem.. she needed to belong.. she needed a purpose.. she couldn’t just go day by day doing whatever she felt like.. she needed to be focused on something.. for it was the times that she was on her own.. alone.. one with her thoughts entirely that her mind would begin to wander ..and she would start to remember things that were much better off left forgotten.. it was easier to be kept busy.. or high as a kite so those thoughts would be little more than a foggy mess.. admittedly though right now her memory was more like swiss cheese.. there were so many holes.. she’d see flickers of things now and then but nothing concrete and nothing that really made any sense.. her ivory gaze lifted as he mentioned just fucking her.. without all the teasing.. without all the torment.. well now wouldn’t that be one for the books.. even when he was spitting with violent anger there was no ‘just fucking’..there was always that element of torture.. always torment and teasing.. it was his way and she wouldn’t have wanted him any other way..- .. yes well.. this is true.. those pants are becoming a bit of a bother.. are they really necessary?.... her hands rose as she let them come to rest on the rounds of his shoulders.. she’d lightly begin to scratch there at the softened flesh.. leaving tiny red marks in her wake.. she felt him shifting then.. reaching for those layers of silken fabric.. lifting them up higher and higher revealing those long beautifully shaped legs.. the touch across her skin made her shudder.. made her tremble a little, then along her inner thighs.. her lids grew heavy.. half closing.. she drew the corner of her lip inward.. attacking it with her teeth.. the moment that finger flicked against her made her body tense and stiffen.. her breath caught rather audibly.. oh how she wanted to reply.. the breath was drawn to do so but the words just simply wouldn’t form.. she just stared at him through that lustful haze.. her precious dark heart seized and galloped there within the confines of her chest.. watching him as he spoke on knowing just which buttons to press.. just which part of her to touch to grab and to scratch before he would dig his nails into her thighs.. cupping her rather heated core with his palm.. her eyes rolled back.. her head dipped in much the same fashion and she whimpered..he was a skilled lover.. there was no denying that.. he had had women all over the world just fawn over him.. falling at his feet to see even a glimpse of that talent.. even if they couldn’t experience it themselves.. his bed post had all but crumbled from all the notches that had been put upon it.. unable to stand up on its own weight any longer.. far to many woman.. and yet he never skipped a beat.. he knew just what he was doing.. how to make someone completely loose themselves.. give themselves up.. to allow a trust to be shared between the two.. her head remained on its tilt.. her tight little curls shifting as her body jerked and shuddered.. she had managed to slice into her lower lip then.. a sweet trickle of bright scarlet blood would trickle down her chin.. splashing down upon that supple sweet valley.. his touches were met with delicate groans.. with breathy moans.. whimpers.. sharper, shorter breathing..she felt his lips suddenly crushing upon her own.. her head tilting a little to the side.. she tried in earnest to focus on his mouth .. to deliver on that kiss.. she desired that slick wet tongue of his and she moved to suckle.. to nip upon it before the kiss would shatter.. end abrubtly.. another moan sounding..she felt the sudden lacking of fabric..his scorching hot skin beneath her.. Oh it just made matters so much worse.. it made her body arch up fiercly in response.. to force out her chest.. to grit her teeth down.. the desire.. the pure want and need for him was at a level that it should never have been.. such could only come from being separated for as long as they had been.. that pressure deep down within her was near to boiling point.. near to making her explode .. she was easily guided by his hand.. feeling his palm pressing against her back..her head rocked further.. just hanging there.. - ..Oh good god.. . she whined softly.. swallowing down the lump that hard formed in her throat- . if I have to forgive you for being rusty.... she spoke breathlessly..having to pause quite often as his tormenting fingers continued to tease her- ..then you have to fogive me if I happen to cum pretty much immediately.. .. her voice was getting quite pitchy.. her body soon flooded with goosebumps and she shuddered there in his hold..- .. It’s been years.. afterall.... she mocked him then.. a quiet sinister little giggle sounded.. her hands rose.. sliding up her lean stomach.. reaching to cup the weight of her breasts.. her thumbs rolling around those hardened dusky pink points.. when he slid down her frame.. settling into his position.. blowing that breath she bucked.. that was the straw that broke the camels back.. he hadn’t even touch her with his tongue.. and yet she was gone.. the climax rippled through her petite little body.. she groaned.. forcing her head back into that bedding.. - ..


۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Another soft laugh rippled through his chest at her words, watching that pretty little mew of her lips, the way it made her look like a petulant little angel. The way she pitched her voice too, just perfectly matching that sweet little voice was all too much for most people, and it wasn’t a surprise she had always been an utterly successful hunter. He leaned in to nibble along her jaw as she spoke, nipping teasingly along that delicate line before he spoke.*”Oh yes you have, but you deserve it Princess, you should always get the best, no one has earned it more than you. You’re such a successful little hunter but it’s a pity you only had mice to play with for so long. Now that I’m back my little love, you can sharpen your claws on me all you want, and what larks we’ll have doing it too. All in good time though darling mine, all in good time. We don’t want to rush anything, now do we?”*When she mentioned that he was a bit of a bother he snorted, looking at her with a brow raised over those black colored eyes. A little bit of a bother was like, say, a sliver in your finger or a hang nail… The Dark Prince was a pain in the ass that went a bit beyond the means for him to tolerate. Anyone who thought they had a right to destroy pleasure was quite the fucked up individual, and for him to think that, well, the person in question had to be a good deal beyond the pale. He could understand about not knowing what she wanted though, he himself had felt that way for… a long time. His whole life really, if he was going to be honest about it. After all, he had never had a family and so he had always thought that a family what was he was looking for. He had gotten it… several in fact. Several different women, tons of kids, two marriages… and he had still been dissatisfied with his life. Beautiful women he had plenty of, even some less than pretty and it hadn’t mattered. He had been as evil as a body could be and done all things he had ever wanted to do and it hadn’t changed anything either. He had been good too, been a good father and husband, same thing. He always felt incomplete. It had taken him literally dying for someone, for Sydel, and remaining dead for four years before he had come to realize that sometimes, people just weren’t meant to feel complete. At least with her though, he felt close enough that it didn’t bug him, didn’t itch away under his skin like a burr. She made him feel whole, not 100% complete, but so close that it was the best he was ever going to get. She still needed to find something, or perhaps she hadn’t realized she had already had it? He had come to terms with a lot of things in his life when he was dead, but she hadn’t had that four year hiatus where he could come to terms with it. She had continued to live, and perhaps that was the problem? She might need a bit of time just with him, to let herself heal a bit? He wouldn’t know till they tried though.*”My dear, a bit of a bother is a hang nail, that self-proclaimed Dark Prince is about as useful as a hang nail and about as enjoyable… He will definitely be trying to get you to sign a contract soon my darling, and you’ll end up losing me when you do. Sorry my dear, I do love you as much as my black heart can love someone, but I won’t be with anyone who warps sex that badly. If you join him, even I won’t be able to satisfy you and you’ll never get that satisfaction ever again. My ego wouldn’t survive it!”*There now, that ought to make her think a bit, to give her a full dose of reality into her dream world where all was mist and formless shapes. He loved her, but he really wouldn’t stick around with someone who wouldn’t even enjoy sex with him, no matter how skillfully he did it. That was his area of perfection, he was flawless in bed and if someone told him that it was sub-par, he would probably question himself quite a bit!*”You could always work free-lance for Khorn as I do… The truth of him is that at his most basic level, he wants bodies, he wants blood, he wants skulls. You wouldn’t have to be buried down there with him, just send him a head every now and then, and you do that already as it is. You love killing, you’re as good at it as I am in bed, so it seems rather like a wedding of equals, don’t you think? The choice is yours… But I’ll join you for as long as I can… I mean it when I say I won’t go with you when you side with Slaanesh, but in all others, I’ll be with you. For some reason when I leave you alone… You’re mine, you know this, don’t you? You can serve whoever you choose, but you’ll always belong to me.”*She was right though, him just fucking someone without all the fun and games before hand was impossible for him, there would always be some form of four play, of teasing touches and stinging sweet pleasure. Other men might just go straight for it, but half of the pleasure, half of the fun was watching a woman writhe beneath you under your hands. How could anyone resist that? Watching someone come completely under your influence and all completely willingly, begging, pleading for the completion of pleasure, be it with fingers, lips, or cock. And Sydel, ah, she could writhe so beautifully when she was touched just right. He could feel her hands on his shoulders, raking her nails across his skin with just enough pressure to leave little red trails in their make. He would get rid of those clothes in short order, just not before he had started to torment her, watching her breath catch and trip in her throat, the way her heart would be beating out of rhythm, picking up and skipping there inside her chest. When he saw her slice her lip he knew it was the right time, it told him as clear as if she were writing it out in those crimson drops. He had taken her lips then, licking and suckling on that blood, lapping at it till there was nothing left on that ivory skin, refusing to waste a single drop. It gave him such a pleasant buzz, rather like a nice heavy hit of a superb vodka. A dark, smoky chuckle passed his lips, heavy with lust, a little high on the blood.*” I don’t have to forgive you anything, you know damn good and well that this is all about you submitting and getting lost… If you cum immediately, it just means I didn’t loose my touch despite being dead for so long. Though my dear Princess, you’re going to be going before I even get to enjoy you fully, you bad, bad girl… Really, so eager…”*He watched those hands dance over her tits, those nipples, and before he could even go up to savor them he could feel the way she tensed just moments before that climax would rip through her. He dove in, sliding his hands up to grab those tits hard as she came, his tongue diving into fuck her core, to feel the walls grip his tongue while he licked, sucked, fucked, and consumed it, pushing her harder into the black void of that orgasm.

(21:54:04 )
۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: He was shifting his face this way and that as he tongue fucked her, the bridge of his nose teasing along that clit, pushing, pushing, driving her higher up that peak of satisfaction before he would allow her to come back down. Not for long at least, he would grab her legs to push them together while he settled atop her, sliding his cock between those soaking wet folds with ease. No matter what Chris had done, she was still amazingly, mind blowing tight. With her legs pressed closed like that it was even tighter, like a vice from hell that gripped his cock with a vicious energy that he relished, feeling his balls tighten up hard and fast, seizing up in pleasure. He wouldn’t last too long, long with the searing burn of her heat mixed with her tight little cunt and the pressure of her thighs. He slid in slowly, teasingly slow really, taking a full minute before he would rest to his hilt. His would shift just so, laying out so much of his body was flush against her, hooking his feet behind her calves to keep that pressure up all along her frame. He rested a majority of his weight on one of his arms while his free one wrapped around her neck, pushing on that swan like expanse of skin, choking her ever so lightly as he began to fuck her, slowly, teasingly, each movement of that shaft pulling her skin tight while running the thick girth of his cock against the head of her clit. The angle made it so that he wasn’t full deep in her as he usually would be, but it also made it so that each time he dove and pulled out of her, he was stimulating her clit and pushing at all those delicious little spots inside her. He ran his thumb down her throat as he ensured the pressure would keep her light headed but not make her black out. His voice was a husky, pitch black growl as his eyes slid closed and he lost himself in that world of perfect sensation.*”Where do you want me to cum Sy?... On your tits?... Your Thighs?... Your lovely mouth?... Or this gloriously tight little hole? You pick…”


...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


: .. him telling her that if she went and signed any contracts with the Dark Prince would pretty much cause all tied to be severed made the final decision for her.. she knew.. deep down that she was unable to function without him.. it’s why she went to such great lengths to get him back.. and if what she had done didn’t work she would have found something else..and she would have kept on trying until she succeeded..- ..then I guess lover.. I am stuck with you.. because I can’t see myself existing without you.. thoroughly addicted I am.. .. she murmured softly.. and she was.. he was a drug to her.. one that got its hooks in So unbelievably deep.. and now that he was back.. and so close she knew she wouldn’t be able to go on without him- .. I will cut ties with him.. but you have to keep me occupied.. I get so horribly bored without you around.. I start doing silly things as for free lance.. .. she screwed her face up a little- .. I fear he wouldn’t allow it.. .. shaking her head lightly- .. like I said.. I think.. if he were able to see me.. to contact me.. id be locked up and the key tossed away.. he isn’t prepared to let me go.. so I don’t think he would allow freelance work.. unless of course.. You spoke to him about it.. teachers pet and all.. .. she shot him a wink..devious laughter ringing out..a quiet little cry rang out as he suckled upon the open wound there atop her plump little lower lip.. their kiss so deep.. so lust filled.. she groaned into his mouth.. her own tongue diving to mingle and dance along side his.. she could taste the blood there.. - .. you make me so.. so very eager.. .. she whined softly when he called her such a bad, bad girl..she felt his hands reach her breasts.. holding over top of hers to grab and hold so firm.. so harshly as she rode that climax out.. his tongue diving deeply into her slick wet depths.. she moaned.. her upper body arching fiercly..it wasn’t a huge orgasm.. it didn’t go on and on.. it was simply a taste of what was to come and it sent her heart fluttering there in her chest.. when he pulled back her head lulled to the side.. her lids almost completely closed over.. gasping softly for breath.. all in effort to catch it.. and she was trying so hard.. her chest rose and bottomed out over and over.. she was easily guided by his hand.. her body mastered with his touch.. her knees lifting.. bending in..she fet his bodies weight coming down upon her as he towered over her.. her head rocked back into place there as she looked up to him.. her lips parted.. a whispered murmur sounded as she felt him shifting.. positioning himself before he would slide that hardened cock into her.. her lids snapped open.. her head pushed back into that pillow and she cried out.. her inner walls hugged fiercly at that shaft.. pulsing.. vibrating around it with every move he made.. she lifted her ass a little off the bed.. trying to meet him.. desiring him all the more deeper within her.. God had she ever waited for this.. waited for far to long.. she swallowed.. her lids dropping to half close once more though her gaze would remain upon him.. watching him above her as he began to fuck her so slowly.. smoothly.. his movements were almost liquid like.. each deepened thrust made her groan.. made her shudder and squeak.. she would elongate her neck when he reached for her throat.. her body shuddered.. a shiver snaked the length of her spine when he pressed down.. small gasps for breath would be heard.. the oxygen was cut off just enough to make her light headed.. to make her squirm.. to writhe and shift beneath him.. to gasp and murmur.. to cry and groan.. all with such a blissful beautiful smile on her face.. - .. surprise me....she whispered so softly..her eyes slowly rolling back in her head ..the sensations.. all of them were driving her insane.. he was tormenting her with his cock.. with his touch.. his hold.. his body and she couldn’t have been more in love with it all as one very pretty package.. - .. I just.. .. she murmured.. her head lulling to the side as she gasped for breath once more..- .. I just want.. all of you.... she whined softly.. her hands would rise.. reaching to press against his hips.. to roll them when he thrusted.. to inch that cock a little harder against that already assaulted and rather raw bud-

(23:29:02 )
۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He would tell just from the way her face shifted just so, the way she was thinking. Her words had confirmed that he had pushed the right button, the right little shift for her to follow along the way he needed her to go and keep her from going deep down into that hell that the Prince would have her go down. In truth, he knew that if someone pushed her and she knew it, she would turn about and bite at whoever was pushing till they were a bloodied mess. No one told her what to do, Sydel was very much her own person and anyone who tried typically ended up dead. It was all about showing her what she had to gain and loose from a venture, letting her weigh her own choices before letting her pick. He had given her the choice to go where she wanted to go, but had told her in no uncertain terms his stand on it. The only reason he was offering her Khorn wasn’t because he wanted her to go there, but because she needed it. She had belonged to him for so damn long that she didn’t know what it was like to not have someone there, some goal to work towards. She loved killing, but he believed that killing without a purpose was just a waste. He had never been one to senselessly kill anyone, there was always a reason, always a purpose for every death. Sydel didn’t see it the same way, but at least if she was once more working with Khorn, not for, but with, at least every time she killed someone, it would go towards a goal and he could harmonize that part of his life with her. Self serving? Maybe a little, but he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t do it. There wasn’t really a selfless bone in his body, he wasn’t the kind to self sacrifice, not for a good reason… Sydel… She was the only reason he had, or ever would again, go through something like death. SHE had been the only reason, the only cause he deemed worthy enough for that sacrifice. He would talk to Khorn, settle on the agreements, all those fine details that would ensure she was given the same freedom he was, to work when he chose to, on her own goals, her own desires. She could pick and choose which ones she chose to take up, which people to kill when it struck her fancy. He would uphold his end of the deal with Ace, and also bring Ace himself up several rungs in that bloody world. It was a win-win situation for all involved. Besides, it wasn’t as if Khorn would object or pass up the offer. He wanted Sydel too badly, wanted her death toll bodies, her murder victims, her slaughter skills far and away too much to even bother picking over the details too much. Another flawless victory on his part really, and with very little effort needed. As all things he did, he simply, well, succeeded. His hands would tease over her flesh, digging his fingers into all the right places, teasing along the outer swells of her breasts, the undersides and down her ribs teasingly.*”Oh my dear, we have FOUR years of sex to catch up, for us, that’s more than a human sees in three lifetimes. I think I can keep you…Occupied…for quite some time. I’ll speak to Khorn soon, I need to pop down for a visit to discuss a few things with him as it stands. I’m sure he’ll agree with me, it’s not as if he has any reason to refuse really. You’ve always been his favorite bride, my flawless little killer all dressed up in a pretty little package. If he doesn’t agree, I’ll make him wish he did. You know good and well that I’d give you the world on a silver platter my beautiful little witch, and I’ll always make sure everything is just the way you want it. Life is so dull without you, and you give me some wonderfully entertaining things to do when we’re together. Killing, fucking, plotting, destroying…. All of it too much fun…but I love fucking you the best… My favorite part is when you can’t walk afterwards, you just go completely limp like my own personal doll to use until I finish with you.”*He could literally taste the moans on her lips, he sucked them up, one by one like little dollops of sweet whipped honey. He could spend days just kissing her, tasting her mouth, mastering her with nothing more than his lips, turning her into a mindless little lust machine till she couldn’t hold it back anymore and used his body to satisfy herself. She had done it before and it was always so hot to watch her go mad with the need to get off. He was feasting on her when she came, his teeth finding, biting, nibbling on her swollen sex ensuring she enjoyed it to the last drop. When he had mounted her, his hand about her throat, he could see just how much she was enjoying it, loving the way he gave her no break in-between. There was no…recovery period with him, it was purely one long, drawn out moment of pleasure that ramped up constantly until the world shattered for his partner. He wouldn’t be able to give her his best tonight though, as much as he would like to, he wasn’t about to torture himself like that. He had waited four years, and she was So. Fucking. Tight…*”Oh my Fucking God Sy you’re so God Damned Tight… You keep wiggling like that and I’m going to cum before I get you off again…”*It was true too, his balls felt like they were going to explode and pump her full of years and years’ worth of stored up jizz if she didn’t watch it. He knew that this wasn’t her old body, she was VERY capable of getting pregnant, even more so with him since Primordials were known to be…fecund with each other. It was almost impossible to impregnate a mortal with their bodies, the material far too different. But right here… if he wasn’t careful, if he didn’t watch out, he would get her pregnant tonight and she would be all manner of put out with him for it. As it was he was going with those slow, shallow strokes to stimulate her further, pushing her, building her up again to another orgasm before he would allow his own… And it helped him to keep a firmer grip on his own release, though God knows she was pushing him brutally with all that wiggling. When she said that she wanted him to surprise her, he leaned down to take one of her nipples between his teeth, clamping down on it before tugging, biting at that ripe little berry before pulling back, causing that flesh to grow taught, to the brink of pain before he would release it, growling lowly.

(23:29:29 )
۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *”Mmm, surprise you? Getting you pregnant would be a surprise, wouldn’t it? You have no idea…just how susceptible you are to getting pregnant with me right now Sy… That’s no elf, no human body, that is a Primordial shell.. You have no idea how fecund we are, how our bodies are made to get pregnant and quickly with each other, to produce more of our kind…. Between you and I, we would give birth to the first pure born primordial since I was created… The first Primordial birth since the whole sale slaughter of my race… Think Sydel my love, before you give me that option… Do you want me to surprise you?, to fuck you?, burry my cock-“*He would shift himself a bit more, suddenly slamming that cock into her tight, slick, vice like slit to the hilt with enough strength, enough force to bruise the tops of her thighs as he had them so closely fused together, pressed tight between his own legs.*”-like this inside you, pumping you full of cum to the point your swollen with it? If you ask me to, believe me, I won’t hold back… I’ll enjoy it all too much… If you don’t though, then I’ll have to find another hot, wet, tight little hole… I think your mouth will do…You’ll swallow every drop too, won’t you?”*He continued to fuck her, to hear her cry out in pleasure, each throbbing beat of her heart felt in his hand, beneath his fingers as the blood struggled to reach her brain, causing that glorious, weightless feeling yet somehow making each thrust of his feel so much more intense for it. When she said she wanted all of him, he felt his cock throb inside her, bucking viciously as he nearly lost his load, a groan ripped from his throat against his will..*”Oh fucking Hell”*He had precious little control, damn that celibacy. She was going to make him cum before he wanted to, damn that wriggling, teasing, moaning little body beneath him. He shifted, sliding his hand down her body while the other still gripped her throat. He lifted one of his legs up, sliding her leg under it, spreading her thighs so he could get between them. He moved her legs, placed them so that the heels of her feet would be pressed against his chest. It cause her ass to lift up off that bed, giving him full access to fuck her deeply, furiously. His grip on her throat tightened to dangerous levels while his now free hand slid between her thighs, pressing his thumb on her clit where he would roll it beneath the pad there in tight little circles that got increasingly faster as he stopped with the slow, seductive fucking and began to pound into her with all earnest, enough to make her ass sting, his balls to slap hard and firm against her taint. She had precious few moments left to make her choice where he would drop his load, and if she refused to make that choice he would finish off inside her with a vicious sort of furry, of volcanic passion. Right now he was holding on by a thin, delicate silk strand and if she wasn’t careful, he would lose it inside her against his will.*


...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to ۞ɲɐʋ: .. she felt each and everyone of his movements.. his hands upon her.. his hips bucking against hers.. bruising that sweet supple flesh of hers.. a shrill cry sounded when he bit down upon her hardened nipple.. drawing back as he did ..making her ache..she couldn’t help but groan.. snapping her teeth together and breathing harshly through them..her eyes were all but clenched closed..she was having trouble with everything at this stage.. there was oh so much going on.. and it was attacking her from every single angle.. every sweet sense was on fire within her.. there was that pressure that was threatening to over flow.. her body continued to tremble.. to flood with those goosebumps over and over.. she’d shudder and shake.. Oh how she adored this.. she loved her bodies reponse to him.. to being near him.. not once did it ever respond in this way to anyone else.. sure she enjoyed a good old fashioned fucking.. usually with a little added torture.. say.. with Chris for example.. Oh yes she enjoyed that tryst thoroughly.. but with Nautilous it was simply siblime.. she knew she belonged to him and there was nothing she could do about it.. even if she wanted to.. they were connected ..like pieces of a puzzle.. his hold upon her neck continued to tighten.. there upon the dip of her throat.. making her gasp.. making her eyes roll back and half close.. she was falling in and out of consciousness as he fucked her.. that light headed feeling was glorious.. like being stuck deeply upon a mind altering drug..she heard snippets of his wording to her.. about producing more of ‘their’ kind.. she wasn’t entirely sure just what it was he meant.. there were words missing.. sentences blacked out.. her precious little black heart was struggling with it all.. seizing and then speeding up paridly.. throbbing there in her chest.. she groaned.. she cried.. every thrust was just edging her closer and closer to the tip.. when he slammed so hard into her.. forcing her hips to lift higher.. her thighs to part that little bit further ..on a mildly painful angle.. she screamed out.. - .. Fuck Nautilous.... she again sliced down into her lower lip.. her voice crackled..it was breathy..whispered and slightly pitchy as it fought with the lack of oxygen, she knew herself she wouldn’t last much longer at all.. not at this rate.. not if he continued to violently fuck her like that.. her legs were easily guided..drawing in so her heels were pressed to his chest.. she could hear the sounds of their bodies colliding with one another.. so loud.. she was slick..so wet.. his cock was as hard as steel..being thrust over and over and over ..she wouldn’t get the chance to answer.. she was unable to get another word out.. they simply wouldn’t come and there was also the inability to draw breath as much as she tried.. she just could not.. his hold upon her throat just tightened further.. she bucked.. her body stiffened beneath him and she trembled.. the climax ripped through her little body.. if he thought she was tight it would only get worse from here.. her inner walls pulsed and all but choked that hardened shaft of his..the hold she had upon his body became frightfully tight.. achingly so as her nails dug deep down into the flesh as if it were clay.. drawing blood quickly.. easily.. her lids fluttered.. her head forced back into the pillowing beneath it.. she tried in earnest to draw breath..finding it near to impossible..as she started to get further and further light headed.. one more squeeze and she’d just pass out on him-

۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Oh he would NEVER make it easy on her, a light little slipping into an orgasm like a delicate little bird, HELL no. Their sex was like a violent summer storm, vicious winds and sudden, earth shattering bolts of lightning while the each trembled. There was nothing light or sweet about their loving, never, but they weren’t built for it either. The two of them were meant for this sort of loving, this brutal, passionate, primal fucking that made everything else pale in comparison. It wasn’t that they were incapable of the gentle, delicate sort of sex that people enjoyed, were expecting… It was just that it didn’t suit them. At all. They just didn’t enjoy it, didn’t need it like other people did. This right here, this dark, passionate, vicious and a little brutal… THIS is what they were made for, THIS is what got their rocks off, made their hearts beat hard and fast in their chests, brought them to places of pleasure that ordinary people would never, ever reach. He had been with enough other women that he knew nothing ever got close to this, the way she responded, the way she felt wrapped around his diamond hard cock, heating him like a furnace as he was anchored so deeply in her. He had already almost lost it twice, feeling his balls start to release, feeling those first pleasurable jolts rock his frame before he bit them back, waiting, working towards bringing her to that final peak, the one that would rip her to shreds with it’s ferocity. Just sitting here on the edge of orgasm, pushing himself farther and farther to the brink but denying himself was a sweet torture in and of itself but one he wouldn’t be able to sustain for long. It had been too long for both of them and their usual stamina was right out the door without so much as a by your leave. When he made that first earnest thrust, that little taste of how badly he was going to fuck her, the way he had managed to rip his name from her lips, it was all too much. He was lost in that, utterly hopeless and any thought of cumming anywhere but deep, deep inside her was completely and utterly lost. It was a 50/50 chance that he would have another son or daughter after tonight and it wasn’t something he would particularly complain about. Hell, to be honest, he would probably be as proud as a fucking rooster and strut for quite a while. Things just felt too good, too god damned perfect for him to even think about anything other than bringing them both to a hard, mind blowing orgasm. He began to fuck her in earnest, tearing up that pussy like he had threatened to do earlier, each thrust with enough force to bruise. She wouldn’t be walking soon after this, or at least, not without a waddle and definitely not straight. Thank god she had the body she did now, if he had done this with her other one, he might well have killed her with how hard he was ploughing into her. That was the beauty of an indestructible body, there was no worry of holding back, of keeping his full strength from her to spare killing her in the act, and he could do it all too easily if he wasn’t careful. He couldn’t…No.. He wouldn’t hold back, their cries of pleasure were meeting in that room, blending together in a pagan sort of summoning that would sear the very walls with their heat. When she came, he couldn’t help but gasp, he had never felt such an exquisite pleasure before, never having mated with one of his own kind before. It made him cry out for her, those nails in his skin, ripping, tearing, causing his blood to flow in sluggish trails of that thick inky red/black blood.*”Ohmifuck Sy! Oh-h-h-h FUCK!” *He could feel her damn near pushing him out with how tight she had gotten, the way those walls were gripping, pulsing, throbbing around his already tortured cock sent him over the edge in all the best kinds of ways. He came voraciously inside her, his balls empting out ark after white hot ark of jizz inside her, coating her walls with the chalky, clinging substance and more besides. He couldn’t even keep himself up it was so god damned intense. His hand fell away from her throat, trying to catch his weight on his arms and knowing before he fell that he was going to fail miserably. Instead he shifted his weight so that he took her on top of himself, rolling her so that when he bit the dirt, and he was, she wouldn’t be smothered beneath him. Even now, he was still cumming, his balls still pulsing along with his cock despite the fact that they had been emptied completely inside her. Bloody, sweaty, panting for air and utterly satisfied, his eyes slid closed as he groaned, twitching, his thighs bunching up beneath her tiny little frame as he groaned, more than one ‘fuck’ passing his lips as he tried to get the room to stop spinning.*”Fucking hell…. “

...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to ۞ɲɐʋ: ..she felt him explode deeply within her.. filling her.. coating her…the warmth spread throughout her entire body mere moments after..she heard his cries.. his groaning.. they circled her foggy light headed mind..the room suddenly shifted.. began to spin when he lifted her..to settle there upon his chest.. long perfectly pale legs slowly stretched out from their curled in position.. he had finally released the hold he had upon her precious little throat.. having left deep red marks there that would surely bruise.. though never for very long.. she gasped and spluttered a little all in effort to refill her lungs.. her body trembled atop his.. her cheek came down to rest there upon his chest.. she could hear his heart…she could feel its uneven rhythm there against her face.. that abrubt out of key beating.. quiet murmurs sounded from her.. murmurs and whimpers.. her arms had fallen to just rest there at his sides.. she wasn’t able to move.. she was completely spent.. her tiny body lifted a little with every deepened breath he took.. rising and falling..her thighs parted slowly.. her knees coming down to rest there upon the bedding as she more or less straddled him there.. - .. oh, good..god.... she whispered.. almost inaudibly.. - .. fuck.... and as such that word would like him be repeated a few times.. just lightly..rather quietly.. oh the neighbours if there were any would certainly talk.. what with the racket the pair just made.. the sounds coming from them both akin to such pleasure and yet such torment.. surely someone had been murdered in that house..slowly her arms lifted just a little.. sneaking beneath his body.. just beneath his shoulders as she clung onto him.. or well as best as someone could given they were utterly exhausted.. curling in closer..- ..Don’t ever go.. .. whispered against his chest.. her eyes remained closed for a time.. here right now is where she felt the safest..she felt quite secure…she would possibly even admit that to herself.. she was a husk.. a bare bones version of herself when he wasn’t around..but.. now that he was back.. now that he was beside her.. there would be hell to pay from all corners.. and it would all begin with Ace and his dear little fuck partner Trinity.. and the fun she could and would have with those two.. was immeasurable-

(01:28:19 )
۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞
.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.
.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.
.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.
"You Will Die"
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *To be blunt…he didn’t think either of them would be moving from that spot any time soon. It hadn’t been a terribly long session oh no, but it had been Hot, Hard, And Heavy. It had been intense, like walking on the sun, just burned him down to the core it was so new to him. He was shaking like someone with a fever, hos body temperature beyond hot beneath her, slick with sweat and completely spent. He would have been hard pressed to form a thought, let alone move something as small as his pinky finger. Literally, motor functions were over rated right now anyways. He felt like he had been running for years and years and years, only now being able to stop and collapse into a heap. He hadn’t been gentle, far from it, but she could take the worst he could dish out at her now and he wouldn’t need to worry about it anymore. She was in for a whole new world of pleasure now, but at the same time, so was he. This was no little fragile body that could only take so many levels of pleasure before it stopped functioning, only able to take so much pressure, so much force… There would never be a need to hold back, all would be fair game, and he could see needing to spend half of his none too small fortune repairing or flat out buying new furniture because he was quite sure nothing would really be able to hold up to what they were capable of dishing out on one another. She had felt…beyond words on him, around him, pulling him into her while trying to push him out all at once. It had created the most unbelievable friction on his cock, made his mind white out more than once it had been so damn intense. He was trying to catch his breath for Gods sake, he had NEVER been winded before…EVER. Heaven help the world around them… She was his perfect match in every way now, the one he was going to be with forever. He wondered if she knew it too, the way he did. He had always been drawn to her before, loved her for years and years and years now, but it had never had this level of severity. This was solid… this was what happened when two of his race bonded for their entire lives… Only one pair remained bonded, and no one had seen nor heard of them since long before his time. He and Sydel may have just made history here in more ways than one. He drew up one of her hands, pressing his lips to the center of her palm before running his tongue over it, tasting his blood and her sweat there before releasing it, moving to wrap his arms around her little waist, resting his hands on the small of her back right above the swell of that perfect ass. He laughed softly, more motion that sound, bouncing her softly on his chest as he grinned down at her, his hair plastered to his forehead, those black eyes like liquid ink.*”My….Sentiments….Exactly…I’m….going to… Have to perform…a mind wipe….On the neighbors…before….they call the…constable on us… We….probably sounded like….we were killing….each other…. But… I think….they might be right….. You fucking killed….me there…. I…don’t think… I have…Ever…Been short….of breath…. In my life!....”*He felt her slide her arms around him, causing him to hold her closer, pressing kisses to the crown of that adorable white hair, those curls falling a bit looser due to the sweat and the humidity in the air from their sex. Listening to her words, her confession…her plea… he held her tighter still, planting a long, lingering kiss to her head. As if he could ever leave her… He was bonded to her…he had always felt the strings before, but now it was solid, complete… Life mate.*”I swear…. I won’t ever leave you again… I love you, my princess, my Sydel… Till time crumbles to ash around us and we are the last two things in existence, I love you… I’ll always be here…. Just like this… No matter how far you wander, no matter where we go, I’ll never, ever, be farther from you than I am right now…”*Another long, lingering kiss to the top of her head as he lay there, relaxed, completely surfeit. She had grown up…she was finally free to admit her feeling to him, things she had hidden from him for so long, kept locked up tight, far from his sight… She was finally ready for him, for them… Gone was the flirt who would never settle on one guy… She was always welcome to fuck around, to tease and torment to her hearts content…He knew that no one would come between them ever again… No more questions, no doubts, no hesitations… They had reached Nirvana, and fuck the rest of the worlds… Nothing was going to change this.*

[BadInfluence]

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to ۞ɲɐʋ: ..she knew not really where it was she ended up.. she couldn’t recall stumbling through those streets..she couldn’t recall writing that note even though it had been done.. she had pierced through her own finger to get that blood flowing.. the letters scrawled across the small square paper.. and then she just dropped.. crumbling into a little pile of doll like features.. her tulle.. her silken layers all gone.. replaced with a more stretch like fabric that hugged her tiny little frame.. leaving nothing to the imagination.. it was her ‘battle’ gear so to speak.. when she knew she needed the agility .. the ability to move around swiftly without the encumbrance of layers and soft floating fabric.. it had however been torn in places.. every time she hit the desk.. especially around her knees.. the symbols of Slaanesh almost completely wiped out from the dragging across the concrete.. bloodied, scratched and utterly spent.. though over the span of the two days that had passed slowly each tiny wound would begin to heal over.. to seal up and fade.. revealing that perfectly pale flesh beneath.. her body had a knack for that.. renewing itself so long as she didn’t go too far.. if she went past the point of no return.. there would be just that.. no return.. this time however the brusing was mostly superficial .. maybe a mild fracture or two ..Dravanos was a figure she certainly did not expect to come across.. he was someone she never thought she would see again therefore when things started going awry her immediate thoughts certainly did not go to him.. to his face.. to his figure.. she was curious indeed as to the reasoning for the mask.. and to just what he wanted? And to why he wanted Trinity so badly.. that peaked her interest indeed.. she couldn’t have given two hoots about Ace.. and didn’t care one iota wether or not the boy had survived.. in fact she hoped he hadn’t .. she hoped Dravanos had torn him limb for limb.. splattered his insides to the outside and ripped into Trinity turning her into the little whore she was meant to be.. she’d find out soon enough of that she was certain.. slowly her lids would begin to flutter.. she’d murmur.. her legs would stretch out.. she’d stir.. not waking just yet.. just seemingly stuck in that place between asleep and wakefulness .. her brows furrowed before her lids would finally open.. blinking a few times.. she’d spot the silhouetted figure before her.. focusing soon after.. - .. oh lord.... she groaned softly.. slowly trying to pull herself up from the softened bedding.. her shoulders sinking.. her energy levels weren’t at one hundred percent but they were certainly getting better as time passed-



(21:17:35 )

۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞

.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.

.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.

.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.

"You Will Die"

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He could see her starting to come to, little movements of her form, her legs stretching out, a twitch here and there, a finger moving… Little tell tail signs that she was coming around. Void chain weren’t fun, they were a specialty of his parents and one he himself didn’t even dabble with. It was more of a last bullet in the barrel action for him rather than one he would whip out willy-nilly like it was nothing. He was dying of curiosity really, to figure out what had just happened there to make all of this happen. He knew Dravanos was interested, but why? What in the world could he find interesting about the human mage and the robot doll? Yes, they had potential, but not enough to make the trip up to the surface realm. There was also the curiosity of why Sydel had not killed Ace. He said he wouldn’t stop her from it, and he had kept his word, but Ace was still alive and so was the girl. He had an interest in the child for…personal reasons… but Sydel had no use for children or Ace or the doll. He knew if he wanted to, he could figure it all out on his own, it was his specialty to be several steps ahead of everything and everyone. The downside of that though was that it was Sooo Boring! Why do it like that, be so far ahead of everything, when it was so much more fun to let life surprise you here and there? When it was important, he would do what he did best, but for now, it was more fun to simply go along for the ride. Besides, if people though he was stupid, all the better, it let them underestimate him and gave him that much more power over the situation. All things in good time, all things… He loved Sydel, he really did, but that disgusting S on her knees had not gone unnoticed, and he intended to remind her just what field she was playing ball in. A soon as those lids would open, was when he would begin to play the game in earnest. He was sitting there beside her, balancing a very sharp, very thin throwing knife on his finger, barely a wiggle from the blade as he watched her wake up.*”Lord?... No… But you can call me God if you want… You and I need to talk, my pretty little princess…”*With a simple shift, he had the blade topple into the palm of his hand where he would slide it forward deftly, holding the hilt in his hand with familiar ease. He would then tap it lightly on each knee where the bare remainders of those S were still visible.*”This is disgusting you know… If you’re going to go and kill someone, give the honor to the right person, don’t you think? Unless if course, you were planning on fucking Ace before he died? Then I might see it… Which brings me to the next question… Why did I find him and his doll alive in that shop with you some ways away holding a note with our sons name on it?”*A slight motion of that blade would catch the fabric there and cause a knick in it, causing it to part some against her flesh.*”After all, it isn’t like you to…pull out before the kill… I am going to take a guess and say it has something to do with Dravanos? Tell me everything you can remember and I might give you a sweet treat…”*Another slice of that blade, warm against your skin as it sliced though more of that fabric, opening it up and revealing the skin underneath inch by inch.



(21:47:26 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to ۞ɲɐʋ: ..she caught sight of the blade.. the glimmer catching her attention pretty much immediately.. she turned a little.. slowly drawing herself into a semi seated position.. - .. mmhmm.... she murmured lightly- ..I would call you god honey.. ..her hands rose.. she slid them back through her unkempt curls.. flicking them out of her line of vision.. she’d blink a few times.. watching him.. focusing on him properly.. her head tilting a little to the side- .. we do?.... she’d question when he said they needed to talk.. her legs soon slided to dangle over the edge of the bed.. hanging there as she stretched her arms high above her head.. that top of hers lifting just a little in the process..though her stretch was interrupted and she flinched when he lightly hit against her rather abused knees.. she began to lightly chew on the corner of her lip.. those long dark lashes lifting to look to him to.. regard him there- .. it was a massive clusterfuck of epic proportions.. .. she exhaled slowly moving to stand.. her balance wavering a little.. her arms reaching out to her sides to steady herself before she would cross the room to gather up a small cup of water.. her throat was so unbelievably dry- ..I was there to kill him.. I had full intentions of doing so.. I fucked around enough with Trinity to cause her to.. well.. .. she waved her hand a little dimissivley.. not really understanding the inner mechanics of well.. robots- .. boot.. up or something.. she went into melt down and he kinda turned up soon after.. ducked it out for a bit.. shattered a few ribs of his.. bloodied him up.. made him hurt.. made him ache.. before we were.. well interrupted.. .. she turned, glancing then over her right shoulder.. she’d take another sip.. letting it coat her throat.. taking away the slight rapsyness that had settled there upon her otherwise sultry little voice- .. Dravanos turned up and I was practically useless.. I couldn’t move.. I couldn’t .. she shook her head.. she hated being incapacitated like that.. it was embarrassing.. she HATED it when anyone else got the upper hand on her..and she wouldn’t even mention the pain to him.. .. he’s turned into quite the cruel young man.. .. she turned fully then to face him.. placing the cup down as she leant back against the counter.. her arm sliding about her waist.. clutching her side- .. He made me set Trinity free.. asked me what I wanted to have happen.. gave me the choice.. of killing Trinity now.. or making Ace watch the punishment that would soon commence.. I told him making Ace watch would be much more my style.. he appeared to.. appreciate that and released me of my bindings.. sending me off to find you.. to tell you he was around.. .. her brow rose there she dragged her tongues tip along her lower lip..- .. I don’t really know what happened after I left.. but.. I guess they must have survived.. if you saw them there.. perhaps he would be better to ask?.. can you still communicate with your son at all?.... her shoulders sunk a little.. she was quite disappointed that she didn’t succeed that day.. it stung a little bit more than the wounds did- .. that’s all I really know..



(22:25:38 )

۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞



.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.

.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.

.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.

"You Will Die"

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He regarded her there, listening to her, her sweet little words, the way she could coo so prettily when she wanted to. He did love her, oh so much, but he was a bit irked with those symbols. He gave her freedom oh yes, would let her play her games and clean up the mess, but there were limits to his good graces. Was he perhaps jealous of the fact that she had gone in wearing not his initial, nor Khorns, but that of a depraved little bastard? Who could tell with him really? He could seem so utterly open about things, but one never knew if it were the truth or if it were just a pretty little front to the hell behind it. He was more mellowed out, more…practical, precise… But no one, not even death, could make him good. He watched her flinch from that little tap on her knees, deciding he would have to go a bit more genteel than he had thought of doing. Dravanos had been too heavy handed with those chains, she was right and proper fucked up by the looks of it. Sure, she was still lovely on the outside, but she was probably watered down a good deal on the inside and far too vulnerable to withstand what he had planned originally.*”She’s unique that one… She shouldn’t exist, period. She’s an abomination all wrapped up in a pretty little package, much like you are my love. I see he gave you a good thrashing though, I doubt Dravanos would lay a hand on you, you were always his favorite…” *He leaned back, palming that blade still, doing random little tricks with it as she spoke, giving him the details on what had occurred and transpired. It did fill some of the gaps, at least as to why Ace and Trinity had been alive when he found them. They had both been royally damaged though and he hadn’t thought Ace would survive the trip, but so far all signs showed he was alive. Not exactly well, no, but alive. The fact that she had been made useless though just put the final lid in the coffin about what had been used.*”Void chains are the most painful thing anyone can endure, human or Primordial, they HURT. Even I would have a hard time shaking them off, and I am a pure blood. Dravanos is only half and the fact he is using them concerns me greatly… He shouldn’t have access to them, they aren’t allowed to be used by half breeds.” *At the comment of the fact Dravanos had been turned into a little bastard, he had to laugh. Not that Dravanos had much of a chance with him and Sydel as his only parents. The only reason… He paused… those black eyes of his focusing on you with such cold stark severity that it was terrifying. He had figured it out… The why of it… And if he was right, and he had never been wrong, things were going to go straight to the shitter in no time flat. He grabbed the hilt of the blade and drug the scalpel sharp edge of it over his wrist, cutting down to the bone, tossing the blade aside and pressing his hand over the wound to spare losing a drop of it. It would perfume the air like a heavy miasma that hung there thicker than tar.*”Come here now Sydel… We need to back to normal as quickly as possible.”*He would wait for her to come over, to latch onto his wrist before he continued.*”Dravanos when he died went straight to Khorn…. What he did down there I can’t tell, I was too focused on you to pay him any attention. Considering what you are telling me though, Khorn did something to him… Made him worse than we ever could if that is even possible, which in all honesty I never thought anyone could do. I tell you now… Don’t go anywhere near Ace or Trinity… The fact he spared them means he is plotting something with them, and that doesn’t bode well for anyone. There are things going on here that you don’t understand and aren’t ready to know Sydel… Damn you for not killing him and deciding to play with him first. Neither of us can touch them now, you know that don’t you? Dravanos won’t tolerate us going near his new toys, not without exacting vengeance. You have no idea just how bad Khorn can get my dear. You were a bride, a pet, but for us… for my children, for me… We’re a rare commodity, and since Dravanos is part dragon, it only made him an even better weapon. I can fight Khorn on his own footing, but Drav couldn’t… He did something to him down there in the Chaos realm that I need to find out… And No… I don’t talk to Dravanos, and until I find out just what the Fuck is going on, I am going to Avoid him, just like You should…”*Oh he didn’t like this, not at all… If he was right about his idea… He looked at Sydel VERY closely, those eyes narrowing on her, as if reading into that black little soul and beyond.*”Sydel… I told you that we’re meant to produce offspring… I can’t tell you how a female Primordial body works, but when you were pregnant with Aysil, did you have any symptoms? Do you feel any…different? I’ve never had a pureblood child, so I don’t really know the moment of conception like I have before.”



(22:41:44 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to ۞ɲɐʋ: .. she nodded- .. Oh yes, he never hurt me.. no.. .. she shook her head then soon after- .. he just held me there while he fucked around with Trinity.. tearing up her pretty little dress.. tormenting Ace as he did.. .. she shrugged lightly.. her head tilted a little.. watching as he suddenly shifted that blade.. the sound of it singing as it sliced through his own flesh was like music to her ears.. and then the scent struck her.. her knees buckled a little and she reached back to grasp firmly upon the counter that had up until then supported her.. her lips parted.. she looked much like a child spying the largest piece of candy..her hand rose as she rubbed it across her forehead.. she certainly didn’t have to be asked twice.. when he called for her to come to him she was at his side in a matter of a blink.. her lips.. soft.. cool wet were soon locked upon that readily open wound.. her lids fluttered closed.. letting that thick powerful essence coat her tongue.. the inside of her mouth.. her throat.. Oh good god.. she just about melted then.. the fog rolled into her mind.. her body trembled there close to his own.. fingers on her free hand drew inward.. nearly piercing the inside of her palm with her sharpened nails.. her toes curled within her slippered feet.. another moan.. a breathy whimper.. she’d sup for as long as she was permitted.. his words echoing in her mind.. talk of void chanins.. of half breeds and concern.. her head lulled forward when she had had her fill.. the remaining few scratches.. few bruises and minor fractures simply fled.. disappeared.. and those long loose ivory locks sprung into the tightest little ringlet curls.. she rubbed her lips together.. reaching with a finger to capture a trickle as it threatened to move down her chin- .. I wont say I completely understand.. .. she murmured.. her voice taking in that deeper.. silkier tone.. she slid that fingers tip back up along that bloody trail before popping it into her mouth.. to suckle upon it- .. it wont be easy.. .. she did so want to kill him.. she did so want to rip him into tiny little pieces and she would have succeeded to if she wasn’t interrupted- .. but I will stay away….. her brow rose.. her knees drew inward as the blood began to heat up her little body.. her dark little heart was throbbing there within the confines of her chest.. she began to chew.. to bite and nibble upon the corner of her lip.. though his final series of words made her pause.. made her stop and question..- .. uh.. no?... she replied when he asked if she had any symptoms when she was pregnant with Aysil- .. I didn’t even know I was pregnant until I started to show.. .. her brows then furrowed.. it was a sore point that.. she hated thinking about it let alone talking about it.. - .. why?.... she frowned.. clearly quite confused.. the rush of the blood wasn’t helping matters what so ever- . where did all this come from?.... she reached across to tap at his nose- .



(23:40:49 )

۞ɲɐʋʇɨʆʚʯȿ۞



.:There Is No Escape Only The Inevitability:.

.:The Forgone Conclusion of Fate:.

.:The Omega Of The Outcome:.

"You Will Die"

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Oh this was a mighty big clusterfuck for sure, complete with the nutty goodness of what the fuck and a melted nougat core of you gotta be kidding me. He groaned softly, feeling those lips lock on the self-made wound, feeling her suckle and draw on it enough to make him rock hard and throbbing. He closed his eyes and let the sensation roll through him though, dragging him under because it was a damn sight better to be sexually frustrated than it was to be just plain old frustrated. Shaking his head, he told her what was on his mind.*”You never met Dravano’s wife, did you? Pretty little thing and one of the few women I actually like enough not to bed down with.” *he shrugged, flexing his hand, flooding that cool little mouth of hers with heat, that thick tar like blood coating her mouth with the heat of a sun without the burn of the flames. He knew he was getting her higher than a kite, but she was the only one who could take his blood in full measure and not die. He really did need her well right now, fuck the causal letting her learn to fix her own body. There wasn’t time for that, not anymore.*” Anyways, that doll, Trinity? Has the same coloring and figure of his wife. She was the reason he died, he refused to kill her when Khorn commanded it. You know how Khorn can be when he is refused and the punishment he will enact when he is displeased. It looks like he wants to use her to replace Jae.”*Another flex of his hand, pushing more and more blood into her system, those little moans of hers, those whimpers were making his cock bloody HURT he wanted her so damn bad right now. It was taking more effort than he would be willing to admit to, to keep his head on task rather than just bending her ass over and pillaging that tight little hole till neither of them could take it anymore.*” He’s going to make Ace suffer worse than you can, you can hurt Ace physically, but Drav… He’s our son… He will fuck that boy up mentally nine ways to Sunday, left right and center. He will watch Ace fall farther in love with the girl and then use it to destroy him completely. Ace won’t survive it, Drav won’t kill him, he’ll make Ace suicide to get rid of the pain… It explains why Khorn wanted her as his bride, he was going to give her to Drav I’ll bet my nuts on it… Whatever those two are plotting together, it won’t be good. I’m just glad that you and I are freelance, we don’t have to listen to his orders if we don’t want to and we’ll be free of the shit storm that’s going to come. We won’t be free from all of it though… Dravanos sent you to me to tell me he was back for a reason, you and I won’t be free of this completely…”*When she had gotten her fill, he ran his tongue over the wound, tasting her mouth, her flavor mixed with the heavy hit of his own blood before sealing the wound. He hissed softly, his lips compressed as he closed his eyes, nodding at her. When she asked the why of it, he debating telling her why but honestly, it would create a whole different level of hell he wasn’t in the mood to deal with. She wouldn’t want to hear it, and if she was pregnant, she would try to end it like she did with Aysil and he would be damned back to death if he was going to allow that bullshit. If she was pregnant, that was HIS child and he would beat her within an inch of her life if she tried. He opened those jet black eyes of his, running his hand through that thick hair, pulling those shoulder length locks off his face to get a good look at her before letting a predatory little smile cross his lips. He nipped at that finger, sharp teeth just barely grazing her finger before He rounded on her quickly, hands on her shoulders as he pinned her down to that bed as he came atop her, his weight giving her the most delightful pressure into that soft mattress.*”Because if you aren’t yet… Well, I’m just going to have to try again now, aren’t I?”*He pressed into her harder then, leaving nothing to the imagination as to how rock hard he was, that steel rod throbbing against her stomach as he leaned down to whisper into her ear, his voice low and husky*”When you were sucking on my wrist, all I could imagine was your lips around my cock… Just feeling you pull on it, feeding on me, got me so rock hard I feel like I am going to explode if I don’t get to sink my rock…hard…shaft up into you Sydel… I want to sink into your slit to the hilt, to stretch that tight little pussy of yours till you can’t take it any more… Then I am going to love you slowly, so god damned slowly that your screaming at me, begging me to fuck you hard and fast so you can come all over my shaft like the kinky, rauchy, dirty little whore you are that I love so much… And then I STILL won’t… Oh no… Last time it had been too long for both of us my dear… This time around I am going to make you burn, make you writhe till you think your black little heart is going to stop beating and you’re going to die from all that pressure but no release… Only then will I grant you mercy and fuck you so hard…so very hard… Over…and over…and over again until your ass is welted and bruised from how hard I am going to impale you on my cock… Even then I won’t be done with you… I told you I was going to show you why I have these tattoos… I am going to show you a world of pleasure that Slaanesh can’t even comprehend… I’m going to break you, destroy you and that sweet cunt of yours before I remake you… You will never…ever…be the same again… From this night on you’ll beg me, you’ll plead, you’ll whimper in sweet…sexy…wanton supplication for me to give it to you…”*His lips then would take the tip if that pointed little ear and bite down hard, tugging at that tender flesh before he would give it a sudden, sharp suckle, drawing all the blood to the tip before flicking it with his tongue in slow, mind shattering strokes. His hands would slide down from your shoulders to cress the valley between your tits before lightly, almost nonexistent brushing over your nipples, a barely there caress that would make them peak into hard little berries without any real touch of his hands. They were just ghost like caresses, more imagined than real, a tormenting tease.*

[BadInfluence]

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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: Sydel)*Words whispered on the wind let him know that things had indeed taken a turn for the worse, though whether or not Griphin had anything to do with it he couldn’t tell. He only knew that Sydel had been taken prisoner, and though not in any prison cell, she was due for execution once the task was completed. He didn’t find it easy to believe, that Sydel would have gotten captured like that, to let her guard down enough to be taken. He had no idea the condition she had been left in, the mind set she had found herself, nor the way that Chris had left her. He had thought he was doing the best thing he could, he had left her with a warning, a friendly and heartfelt word of advice…. Not to fall for Chris, not to try and persu him, to leave it alone… And from what he had gathered, she had not listen, instead she had fallen just as he had fallen for her years ago. He knew the pain she must be going through, the anguish and sorrow, the rage at the situation she found herself in now. He had gone through it himself and he could recall, all too clearly the hell his life had become, and how long it took for him to find some sort of outlet. Even if she had been the one to break him, to start the process, at least he had her when he was going through it…. And she had no one. It was cruel, even for him, to leave her so utterly broken like that. She was going to get herself killed, period, unless someone came by and slapped some sense into that pretty little head of hers. It was because of that, which drove him to find her, under lock and key as it were by one little human. A bloody human? Really? Well that was a load of shit. It took nothing for him to walk in unseen, unknown, undetected to that little Inn. There was no point in pretending to be human, to go about the simple, idiotic niceties as if they meant something. He was nothing, not even a ghost, not even a breeze in his wake. A simple spell had that human of hers knocked out, another had him in a room next to them, and the last…. Was for fun. Knocking her out was easy, she was already sitting on the bed as it was, a little nudge had her falling back, slipping into a light doze, then a deep sleep. He needed oh, about five to ten minutes to set everything up, along with her on it. She was such a little light thing really, always reminded him of a little bleached out doll, all fine china and silk. He had in that room, a sweet little ballet bar, just a single one, about four feet high and five feet wide. Seahorse legs would hold it nice and stable for his fun, as well as give him all the mountings he needed to really set the stage, as it were. Sydel was much like himself… They responded to sex, and sometimes sex was really the only thing that COULD get them to sit up and pay attention. Right now she was so fucking broken it wasn’t even funny, and it would take more than just the usual rough and tumble for him to set her right, to glue her ass back together. First came the ropes, bound about her breasts to make them hard and sticking out so impudently, filling with blood from the super tight winding of that silk rope at the base of each tit. Her arms were bound behind her back tightly, from shoulder to wrist in tight little figure 8 bindings with knots between each loop. That was of course, attached to the bar he had set up, anchoring her to it so that she couldn’t move, but nor should she fall over either. He then spread her legs, oh, about two feet apart or so, and attached there between her legs a spread bar, forbidding her the ability to close her legs. Farther up about her thighs, he attached two restraint cuffs of thick black leather, running that same silk rope through the large metal O rings on the sides, tying them off to that same bar. Sydel had this nasty little habit of fusing her thighs together when she got aroused, to rock on herself to ease the ache, and he would give her no such easy out, not tonight. She was broken, and he had to shatter her, only then could the past damage be undone, and he could repair the new. About her neck went the last collar, a thick heavy metal thing really, solid steel with interesting little clamps about the inside of it. If she moved too much, or say, got a little too cheeky as was her wont, all he had to do was pull on the chain attached to it and it would tighten about like a choke chain collar for recalcitrant bitches. That same chain ran down to a set of electric nipple clamps, running off of a little magical seal placed in the back of that same collar. Only he knew the words to turn it on or off, the pitch of his voice could make it a very pleasurable tingling, to a down right painful shock. Those little metal pads he slipped behind each nipple as he pulled them taut, that pale pink skin turning quite red as he did so. When he was done, he stepped back, looking at his work there… It was pretty…. But…. Not quite perfect… After all, he did have some revenge to enact, namely her calling him soft… As if… He was whatever he chose to be at the time, and if he wanted to be sweet, he could be an angel, if he wanted to be a sadistic bastard, he could be the king of them. He looked around for what he desired, finding it there on a table nearby, a thick fat candle, plenty of wax and hours to burn yet… With a bit of creativity, he had it rigged from the ceiling so that as it burned, the wax would fall at the base of her neck and dribble down her back, getting progressively lower as the candle burned down. With a simple thought he had that candle whick lit and burning brightly. He pulled her hair to the side, tying it up in a bit of that rope he had left over, leaving a good bit of it hanging over her shoulder. It would be all too much fun to reach forward and use that to jerk her head back when he saw fit, a nice little tool indeed, one he would remember to use more often. He had there, hanging off of the bar, a nice little ball gag too, knowing he was going to enjoy using that little number too, but there was time enough for that yet. Right now… It was time for her to wake up. Did he do it gently, sweetly, with tender little caresses? Did he talk to her, call her name out, telling her to wake up? Did he shake her shoulder, urging her from her sleep? Did he do it magically, just waking her up?*



(11:49:16 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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: *None of the above. In his hand, he had a long, thick, multi tailed whip made from only the best bull leather. It was heavy, yet it was supple, flexible for all that weight and thickness. He came up to stand behind her then, dressed into another black suit with a thin black tie and shiny patent loafers. He looked like a million bucks and he knew it, planned on it, wanting to fuck with her head to the point of no return. To do so, he had to hit every single one of her senses, and he was not going to pull short on any of them. He took the hem of that god awful blue dress and slid it up over her hips, resting it across her back and over that bar, revealing her naked ass. He snapped the whip once, twice in the air, getting the feel for its own nature. She might come to with that sharp snapping sound… Or she might remain out of it… He would then raise his arm to the side, and with a skilled, long practiced flick of his wrist, sent those thick heavy straps right across that bare ass with enough force to sting and raise multiple welts across her ass. As soon as that leather hit her skin, he growled out to her, his voice low, husky, dangerous and sexy all at once.*”Wake up!”



(01:47:42 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..the tragedy of the white swan..





: ..she had dined with this captor of hers.. or.. well she had watched him dining.. she still hadn’t grasped the act of eating such atrocious looking foods.. she hadn’t actively eaten anything since the ‘change’ as her body didn’t require it.. it only needed the blood to sustain her.. now though.. this body was different.. it required a little more fuel.. but she still refused it.. turned her nose up at it.. plus with her being.. well.. quite down emotionally her appetite was next to nothing.. she’d been lead back up into that room.. her captor standing there before her.. he was ranting rather cheekily about something or other.. she really wasn’t paying a great deal of attention.. she had just perched herself there upon the edge of the bed.. her tiny slippers were removed.. her knees pressed to her chest as that rather unshapely blue dress of hers just hung on her like a sheet.. her head tilted to the side.. her cheek resting atop her knee.. her mind was elsewhere.. and yet no where in particular.. she didn’t even notice the silence settling there after the figure had all but disappeared.. she had already shut him out.. she easily just dropped back onto that bedding with that touch of magical interference .. her body was light..she weighed very so very little so he had the ability to move her around as if she were that porcelain doll everyone simply expected her to be.. he roped her up.. had her settled just nicely there upon that bar.. her legs parted wide.. those usually soft supple breasts of hers were so tightly wound they were changing colour and had become quite rigid..her hair remained straight as a nail as it he allowed it to tumble over her shoulder.. spilling that contrasting white against the horrid blue of her dress..her head had dipped forward.. her lids remaining closed.. a soft peaceful look there upon her youthful features.. her neck soon embraced by that collar.. up until now she hadn’t stirred.. she hadn’t moved an inch.. even as he applied each of those bindings.. the clips.. the rope.. the bars ..the crack of the whip though.. just there in the air caused an intake of a breath to sound in that otherwise silent room.. though her lids remained closed.. realisation had not struck her as to what was happening.. as to what was going on.. and that white hot scorching pain that struck her.. those lengths of leather made her stiffen.. made her eyes snap open as she cried out loudly.. straining against the bindings.. her body trembled as that sting washed over her.. clawing at her senses.. her breath came out shuddered.. she swallowed.. looking then.. looking before her.. - .. What in the ever living Fuck.. .. an effort soon made to roll her shoulders back.. looking then to the bindings upon her wrists.. to the bar between her thighs.. her immediate thoughts were that her ‘captor’ was thinking perhaps it was time for a little fun before he took her to her death.. to her execution.. but she hadn’t pegged him for This kind of kink.. her brows furrowed.. she struggled once more.. flexing those perfectly pale fingers of hers.. testing the grip.. the strength of the rope and ties.. before his scent would strike her first.. unmistakably him..no other had the ability to gain such a strangle hold upon her attention.. she froze.- .. What the hell do you want?.... she exhaled.. letting her head dip forward.. those bound locks moved to hang in response.. her stiffening.. her tightned frame lessened considerably and she just leant in the bindings.. - .. haven’t you had enough tormenting me already?.... she lightly rubbed her lips together.. allowing that soft supple skin to glisten a little.. - ..Go back to your.. .. she paused.. not really knowing much about this other woman.. other than.. well.. that she was just another woman- .. well.. whatever she is.. just leave me be.. .. she flexed her shoulders.. the muscles there a moment.. her toes curling under against the polished boards beneath.. silence had fallen between them.. she was choosing to ignore him for the moment.. or at least she was going to attempt to.. before that scorching hot wax spilt down between those shoulder blades and she cried out.. such a high pitch .. her teeth gritting down.. a forced breath through them as she shuddered.. just one drop.. and then another.. and then another few further.. splashing upon contact with her pale skin.. sending out the tiniest of rivulets.. the skin growing red raw beneath each droplet.. that burn ..it made her breath continue to hitch there against the back of her throat.. she clenched her eyes closed.. Oh it felt incredible.. it did.. if she were to be completely honest with herself.. it had been a while since she had the pleasure of slick hot wax upon her skin.. she dragged her lower lip into her mouth.. biting down upon it.. almost splitting it in the process- .. What the Fuck do you want Nautilous?

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *As he had figured, that thick, stinging slice of the whip across her ass got her awake alright. It certainly wasn’t the nicest way to be woken up, of that he knew for sure, but at the same time he knew that he needed to get her good and pissed off. If that meant being a massive dick, pissing her off, driving her up the wall then so be it. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t already a master at annoying the ever living fuck out of people as it was, hell he had most people cursing his name without him ever even actually doing anything to them. His reputation certainly proceeded him, and if he were being honest with himself, he had given plenty of people more than good enough reasons for it to be so. He watched her test that rope, knew that if she found it too weak, she would snap it as soon as she could and come at him with those pretty little claws of hers bared. She seemed to be letting their history of theirs slip her mind, as if he had ever been so stupid enough to give her an opening, knowing damn good and well what she would do if given half the chance. His brow raised as he remained behind her, making her wonder, making her unable to peg just where he was or what he was doing. He idly flicked the whip, letting each one of those leather thongs gently pass over his own leg, letting her hear that motion before he spoke.*”To stop having to fucking save you… I haven’t tormented you in over a century, not since we first met. You want me to torment you? Because, trust me, It would be all-l-l-l too easy to do it.”*He paused, hearing that little jab, that slice, that cut at Foxxy and his temper flared. That whip came out a lot harder than it had been before, sharp and vicious, laying out right under the swells of that pert, lovely little ass of hers, ripping skin much like a road rash would. Just a millisecond after that, he activated that seal with a deep, harsh growl that sent a painful shock straight to her nipples.*”Don’t you think…. That I would rather be there? That I have BETTER things to do that to keep coming back? Every time I ever try to do something for myself, you crop up like a rash, ruining everything.” *There was another soft whisper of leather on leather, a warning that the whip was moving again, just a slight soft sound. He was idly flicking it, back and forth in the air, making her wonder when it would land again. Where would the next strike be? Would it be against her ass? Her thighs? Her back? He would make her wonder, make her wait, just watching that hot wax dribble down her back, pooling into sweet little droplets on her skin. Drop… Drop…. Drop…. The soft whispering sounds of that leather whip…*”What I want, my dark little Princess, is to fix you. I’ve allowed you to live your own life since we met, to watch you burn your bridges, to fall for man after man. I watched you betray me and my love for you countless times, so often that after a while, I just stopped caring. I would have worshiped you, given you the life you deserved, done anything for you… But even a Primordial has his limits my dear, and after that much hatred and betrayal, did you really think I would just let you keep on your merry path?” *It was then that the whip would strike out again, between her thighs, to lick up that delicate creamy flesh, biting into it and her cunt all in one go as more than a few of those leather thongs flicked up into that pretty pink pussy. Another low growl, this one a bit softer than before, another word soon followed, and she would feel those hot, pulsing shocks on her nipples. Sharp little stabs of electric charged pain, made all the more intense by the roped about her tits, the placement of those very clamps. She would hear those loafers, that sharp click of the heel along the floor as he closed the distance between them, feel the heat coming off of him in waves as he stood about a foot directly behind her. He began to let that whip lightly dance along her skin, her bare exposed ass and back, just those soft tickling little caresses.*”The world has changed Sydel, an you are stuck in the past, unable to live in the present and incapable of the future… I am tired of watching you destroy yourself on some hellish bend, as you break your own heart, then try to blame it on someone else as if you had no part in the breaking. You were sloppily broken, and those bloody fools neglected to put you back together as they should have, and now you’re a mess. So… I am going to rebreak you my dearling, and put you back together as you need to be, and there is not a god damned thing you can do about it. The world demands you wake up, Sydel… Time to stop living in the nightmare and face reality. I can not hold the world on pause for you anymore… No… I WILL NOT hold the world for you anymore…. So please, get good and pissed, rage at me, scream your head off… Get Angry… Or… What… Are you too fucking soft now? Isn’t that what you said to my last time my dear? That I had grown…Soft?” *There was a soft laugh there, a very deadly warning as he reached forward with his free hand to grab that bit of rope he had tied in her hair, pulling on it, making you arch to lose a good deal of that lovely hair of yours. As soon as you made that arch, he began to lay into your back, every exposed inch there was along with your arms and your shoulders as well, dragging that scalding hot wax with those hits. *”How easily you forget that I am EXACTLY what I choose to be at any given moment… I might be soft at times, I may appear as smooth as the glassy surface of a perfectly calm ocean…. But beneath that surface there is ALWAYS the chaos… Never… EVER trust my calm Sydel, nor take it for anything other than me being in a good mood, the second you do… You end up in a position just like this… Now… I think we should start…” *That whipping finally stopped, the welts on her back were numerous, as intricately crossed as French lace. He released the pull on her hair as well, a word made those electric pulses stop, and all she had for company was silence and the dripping of that wax. He made her wait in that dead silence too, not a sound but the ones she herself made, making her wonder if he had left. Only when she was tense as a bow string would he come around the front, dressed to the nines and looking his absolute best, that blond hair slicked back off of his forehead, blue eyes staring down into hers. That voice of his, the smell of sandalwood and exotic spices, the honey of his skin.*”Tell me Who You Are. The truth will get you a reward… a lie will result in punishment. You will answer me with a Yes Sir, No Sir, Please, and Thank You. Failure to do so, also results in punishment. You have my permission to answer the Question…. Who. Are. You?”



...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..the tragedy of the white swan..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. her shoulders trembled.. a visible shaking there as the muscles and skin responded to the sudden hot onslaught of the wax splashing down upon them over and over..those sharply pointed ears of hers drank in the sounds of the leather strands sliding across what she figured to be the fabric of his slacks.. she groaned quite vocally when he said why he was there.. that he was there so he wouldn’t have to continue saving her- . Oh well Fuck me.. my hero is here to save the day.. .. she hissed.. arching her shoulders back.. her blades protruding there beneath the surface of the reddening skin- .. I never asked for your assistance.. so you can waltz that happy little ass of yours right back out that door..her body jolted quite severely when he flicked that whip at her once more.. feeling it colliding with the soft flesh of the backs of her thighs.. slicing into that perfectly pale skin.. such a shrill cry sounding.. her body bent forward as she tugged against the bindings.. her toes curled under.. her lids remained clenched closed as the shock of it coursed through her system as a whole.. and then just when she thought she’d have a moment.. at least enough time to catch a breath she felt that painful strike.. straight there to those already rock hard little pink buds.. she arched up sharply like a cat.. her entire body felt as though it were on fire.. sparking.. tensing.. every single muscle twitched.. she did slice through that lip then.. scarlet droplets spilt onto the floorboards beneath her.. - .. then.... she swallowed.. her voice breaking a little as she was having terrible trouble summoning up the ability to speak.. her mind was a mess- .. why don’t you just.. .. she groaned.. hearing that flicking.. the whips leather strands slicing through the air ..whistling there.. her noises dropping to little more than a whimper as her head dipped forward.. she hung there like a doll suspended in a window.. and every time that wax his her she hissed.. she jerked forwards and trembled.. she listened to him then.. telling her what it was he wanted of her.. to fix her.. and as much as she tried to quash it that breath of hers continued to sound .. hitching there at the back of her throat- ..I.... her shoulders dropped then as he interrupted her by flicking that whip once more up against her.. those hot lengths of leather finding their way between her forcibly parted thighs..she felt the smacking up between those now quite slick lips of hers.. she shuddered.. a cry sounding.. a moan quickly following it.. her brows had furrowed.. the shocks there upon her nipple making her jerk and shift.. making her strain against the rope.. the bindings.. even against that collar that was so tightly wound about her slender precious little neck.. that in of itself causing it to restrict just a little tighter in the process.. - .. help.. .. she groaned.. originally she was going to tell him that she didn’t need his help.. she didn’t Want his help..nor ask for it.. but all that she could possibly say.. the only word that would finally tumble forth would be ‘help’ ..the fact that she was pregnant was making this all the more intense.. every bite into her skin.. every shock to those beautiful tits of hers.. just doubled over.. she was already quite sensitive to everything.. and he was just upping the antsy with everything he did to her.. she forcibly swallowed.. tasting her own blood there upon her tongue.. a thin red line had since trickled down her chin.. she ached all over.. every sweet little inch of her was on fire.. her back from the wax that continued to trickle and torment her.. her ass from the exposed raw flesh.. her breasts as they were wound so tightly.. she couldn’t possibly remain still.. it wasn’t an option.. if it wasn’t the wax it was something else.. everything was making her strain.. arch and pull.. - .. Fuck you.. .. she whined when he asked her if she herself had turned soft.. breathing several deep sharp breaths through her gritted down teeth.. fighting with the spreader bar.. with the cuffs upon her thighs.. desiring nothing more than to draw them in together tightly.. - .. You’d know soft.. you’re the king of it.. .. she spat out at him.. venom laced words.. before he took a firm hold upon her hair.. forcing her back on an awkward supremely tight angle.. her chest out.. her neck elongated.. she groaned.. finally opening those eyes of hers.. to look back to him there.. or well to attempt to.. though she’d not be given the chance.. for the mere moment she even tried.. that whip started lashing into her back.. over and over and over.. the pain was white hot.. it was striking and fierce.. a shrill cry sounded.. that petite frame of hers jerked and jolted.. it bucked and trembled.. for the love of god it was pure torture really.. leaning a little further each time down into the pain den ..the pleasure line remaining up until now still quite vacant.. she shuddered when he finally released her.. her body more or less just falling against the bindings.. quiet little moans sounded.. whimpers.. her back felt as though he had managed to rip into it.. she was sure he must have broken the flesh in places.. just where was all this coming from? Just how frustrated was he to be taking it out on her like this?.. she swallowed down a little more of that blood.. feeling it coating her throat.. settling there upon the dip of her tongue before she coughed and spluttered a little.. her lids hung low.. half closing as silence seemed to settle around the pair of them.. there was nothing.. no one.. not even the sounds of another breathing.. she could only hear the steady beating of that black little heart of hers.. her breath hitched audibly.. she lifted her head.. turning to look.. to see if she could see him.. before she’d hear those shoes upon the floor.. taunting her as they drew in closer before he would be there bfore her..dressed to the nines indeed.. oh her heart just about lept to her throat at that sight alone.. she whined.. allowing her head to slump forward..a shudder was the response to her senses drinking in his scent.. that strong mix of sandalwood and spice.. the honey upon his skin.. - .. You know who I am.. .. she whispered.. taking another breath.. - .. I haven’t changed.. I .. she hissed as another droplet of wax collided with her very.. very raw flesh.. she cried softly.. shaking her head- ..

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *There was a wry smile on his face at her words, leave it to her to be so thoroughly fucked, and still be a cocky bitch. It was part of her charm really, though as much as he enjoyed it from time to time, it was as much her curse as well. A little cheek was all good and fun after all, a little sass was a nice spice to life, but with all seasonings if you use it too much it just becomes unpalatable.*”I bet you would just love it if I Fucked You, wouldn’t you Sydel? But that’s the issue, isn’t it? Even if you want it with every beat of your black little heart, you won’t ask me for it. No… I have to bring you down to… This level…before you’re even half way honest with yourself… It doesn’t matter that you didn’t ask for my help, you need it, and I am required to give it. It’s just how We Work Sydel, why can’t you get a grip on that?....“He caught the smell of her blood on the air, and it had nothing to do with the whipping. He had torn flesh, but not enough to make it bleed, only sting like hell itself. No, she had cut herself. Damn, he should have stuck the ball gag in her mouth, kept her from slicing into her own skin. Well, too late now, wasn’t it? He continued to torment her, the silence, the amount of time between each strike was perfectly orchestrated to throw her utterly off balance. He was pushing her, hard, to the point where she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Everyone else had played sweetly with her, toeing that line like good little boys and girls, making sure they kept her happy. That was the problem. Indulge an addict, they stay an addict, but cut them off cold turkey, and then you can make some progress. He wasn’t going to bring her down yet, not at all, she needed to be completely submerged into that one area before he could allow her to taste a bit of pleasure. There would be that though, he wasn’t going to just sit there and beat her, even if she did deserve it for all the shit she pulled over the years… No, there had to be some sweetness there, just….not quite yet. It was what caused him to lay into her the way he was, to keep her on that edge, dancing on glass as it were. He almost wanted to laugh when she told him to fuck off, that he was the king of soft, as if he were some weak little thing.*”You might be right… After all, how long did I indulge you like a petulant child while you threw your fits and plotted your little plans? How many years did I clean up your messes? How often did I give you everything you ever needed, before you even knew it yourself? I was the King of soft to you, for you… Maybe I should have just done this instead? You have no idea just what I am capable of, the line I can skirt or completely obliterate… I can be the kindest man you will ever know Sydel, or I can be the cruelest. I choose what I am, and who I am that person to, simply because it is my nature. I am flexible, adaptable, I evolve… You haven’t… You’ve completely stopped, you haven’t grown or changed, you’re still that little girl who played with the little blond whore boy… It’s time to move past that Sydel… You can’t remain there forever, you just can’t.” *He had let that silence fall then, letting her wait it out, tense and wondering. It was then when he had crossed the room, to come before her, to let her see him. The blond whore had grown up into a man that was dangerous and kind all at once, who found it too easy to jump from one side to the other as needed. He would reach out, to gently slide a soft, almost hot hand along her cool skin, to gather up the little trickle of blood there. He would lift those bloodied fingers to his lips, slowly dragging his tongue over those long, strong digits, taking up every drop. He caught and held those white little voided eyes of hers as well while he did it, making sure she saw each, and every little motion. He would then reach out with those damp fingers and gently caress one of her pointed little ears, his touch softer than any she had ever felt from him, loving in a way she might have never experienced before. His voice was low, soft, kind…*”You have though…. You weren’t born Sydel… You weren’t always this vicious, sadistic woman…. I’ve seen the other person inside you, that little light, the one thing that can save you from this perpetual hell you’ve locked yourself in…. It was for her I fell in love with you Sydel… Not because you were kinky and a little bit slutty, not because you were interested in me, because you were mysterious… It was for those brief little flashes of a loving woman I saw… For her, I fell… For her, I fight… For her… I married. I can’t allow this creature known as Sydel Deathhaze to continue on subverting and submitting the woman inside… I ask you Again…. Who Are You? Can you even remember anymore?... Can you even think past the rage, the desire to kill, to destroy? Have you completely forgotten what it was like to feel?... To love and trust someone because it is what you wish? To do so without fear of pain or betrayal because you know that Love and Pain are both two sides of the same coin?” *He would kneel down, getting on an eye level with her, draping that whip across his lap as he slid his fingers over that lovely face of hers, the sweet cheekbones, the delicate jaw, that pugnacious chin… Down the column of her neck, his fingers hot and feather light, sliding father down still. Lightly, oh so lightly, he would run his fingers in delicate little circle patterns over the tops of her breasts, knowing full well how sensitive they were due to her condition, only adding to it with the ropes that pushed oh so much blood into them until they were nearly stiff. He took his time about it too, each little circle, each little dip of his fingers danced slowly lower until they were just shy of her nipples, of soothing those poor, raw little berries of flesh.*” I know, deep inside you Sydel, together we can find a way to break this cycle of yours… You can’t understand why it is so important, and I swear I will reveal it to you, I will… But right now… right now we need this… I need you to trust me in what I am doing… I know it hurts, I do… But it’s needed… I promise you that I’ll give you just as much pleasure as I will pain… You just need to tell me who you are… Tell me you trust me…. That you want to end the cycle… “

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..the tragedy of the white swan..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. she groaned- .. I don’t Ask for things.. .. her body arched inward in response to yet another stream of scorching hot wax.. the action of her jerking and of her shoulder blades drawing inward was just making it worse.. it caused the wax to spread a little further than it would have if she were able to just remain still.. her precious little black heart was throbbing.. skipping.. slowing.. it couldn’t seem to make up its mind.. her mind was having trouble deciding if it was dealing with pleasure or pain.. dipping into either category at random moments.. making her hiss and moan.. she listened as he explained just how often she had screwed up.. just how often he had to come to the rescue.. how he cleaned up her messes and how he gave her everything she ever desired.. everything she ever wanted.. and how he was the bigger person here as he was able to put his past behind him.,. he was able to grow up and become the man he is today.. but she on the other hand seemed to be lagging.. she hadn’t grown.. or changed.. that she was still some little girl that played with him way back when.. ..she felt as though she were being lectured by a parent.. and her pride was holding its hand up.. trying to drown it out .. trying to tell her not to listen to him.. to ignore the irritating fuck that was getting his jollies off beating her senseless…she had caught sight of his shoes first.. as they came into her line of sight.. her head remaining lightly dipped before she would slowly look up to him.. drinking in the vision of him before her.. dressed in the way he was.. that fine cut.. that suit.. the hair.. oh her heart seized there within her chest.. her brows furrowed a slightly pained look crossed her features for but a moment.. his touch was hot and smooth as it brushed across her chin.. capturing a little blood there upon the thick of his finger.. she watched him closely as he lifted it.. every move he made.. he had managed to captivate her.. she didn’t have the ability to look away.. the sight of that tongue though made her lips part.. her lower dropping just a little as she took a breath.. this right here.. these actions were worse than the beating.. this strangled her.. this made her feel so tight.. so rigid and so very stiff.. yet.. those muscles also begged to lax.. to release.. she blinked when he reached out for her.. tilting her head a little then.. curious indeed as to just what he was about to do.. before his warm caress would find the sharpened very sensitive point of her ear..her lids fluttered closed and she whimpered.. a soft sweetened sigh sounded.. she trembled then and it wasn’t from the pain.. it wasn’t from the strikes he had laid upon her earlier.. no.. it was from those delicate little touches alone.. - .. no.. .. she whispered in response to him saying she wasn’t born Sydel.. that she wasn’t always this vicious, sadistic little thing.. her breath caught again.. there against her throat when he spoke about seeing her as she originally was.. catching glimpses of her.. being the one he fell for.. the one he fought for.. the one he married.. she remained silent for a time.. no words would come from her.. just the soft sounds of her breathing.. catching whenever a new droplet of wax would strike against that red raw flesh….slowly her lids would reopen.. that frosty gaze would look across to him there.. lingering upon his facial features.. - ..no I wasn’t.... she trembled once more.. her bodies movements becoming almost involuntary thanks to the fine line she was skirting with him being so close.. - ..Sybelle.... she nodded.. dropping that gaze of hers then.. her head lulling forward.. she exhaled a rather shattered sounding breath.. - .. my name was Sybelle Anikin .. she swallowed.. catching sight of him falling to his knees there.. before her lids would close over.. she never witnessed him placing that whip down.. though she did feel his touch upon her.. those fingers of his gliding across her cheeks.. along the length of her jawline.. her chin.. down the sides of her neck.. his touch was so hot against her cooled skin.. it made her spark.. it made her tremble all the more.. he would have felt those small vibrations.. she stiffened considerably in response to those fingers sliding down to touch those taut breasts of hers.. to circle.. to tease and caress.. her lips parted once more.. another whimper.. a delicate breathy sound was sung.. she swallowed again before she’d draw her lower lip inward.. not slicing into it.. just worrying it.. just gripping it.. holding it .. in a perfect world what he was saying made some sense.. but her pride was the strongest thing in her mind.. it was the hardest little thing to break.. it reminded her of how weak she would become.. of how useless she would be.. of how worthless she would end up.. disregarding the fact that.. it was pretty much how she was being right at this moment in time.. - .. I trust you.. .. she whispered almost inaudibly..nodding her head-

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Sometimes the truth hurt like a right bitch, it could cut worse than any knife, burn deeper than any acid, right down to the bone. He knew because he had had the truth dealt to him more than once, that ugly reality of life had smacked him around a good bit, made him notice his own errors and the fact that he had to fix them if he wanted things to change. You can’t keep putting in the same formula and expecting a different result, it just doesn’t work like that, it’s not that simple. If it was, the world would either be a whole lot better, or a whole lot worse, depending on what people chose to do. He knew he had put a lot of fucked up shit out in that proverbial universe, and it had come back to roost fiercely, taking everything he cared about and destroying the rest. He wouldn’t let her go through that same hell, she had so precious little of her own, to lose it all would more than break her, it would probably kill her. His voice was low, smooth, that deep vibrating timber that just stroked the senses like a sensual caress.*”You’re right, you didn’t ask me for any of that, I gave it to you willingly because I loved you. I wanted you to be happy, but you never were. I thought for years Sydel, that it was because I didn’t give enough, so I gave more and more and more, but it never changed. That was my mistake, my error in loving you, because I didn’t know any better. I still don’t. I made a lot of mistakes with you, with myself, and I am trying to fix this. A part of why you’re hurting now IS my fault, I claim my errors and my flaws, and I admit that I have no one to blame but myself.”*He had knelt down then, to touch her, caress her, show her tenderness after he had ripped into her so viciously. This was not a mindless, hate filled thing, nor was this to get any sort of sexual pleasure. This was the only way he could rebuild her, words could not do it, nor can love. He had to take the game to her court, her city, her world, and play by her rules. Sydel was a creature of sensation, of textile reactions and responses, and to get to her, he had to use that to his and her, advantage. Pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure, cycle after cycle he would have to follow, for probably hours until he had her down to her very foundation, when every layer was stripped away. He wished his friend dead honestly, for leaving her in such a mess. He knew Chris would make his choice, Chris was down to his nature, a loving man, soft and kind when you got down to it. It was why his wife loved him, because despite his rough edges and harsh lines, he had a soft heart. Sydel would have destroyed him, and he had seen that, and he had made his choice. He had warned her, tried to tell her, and it had been in vain. Because of that she was an even bigger mess, and it would take that much longer, that much finer precision to put her back together in a way she could live, not just exist. That was all he wanted from her, was for her to actually Live. To come to enjoy life, to see things in it that were more than just blood and pain and sex. She had a child inside her, one she actually wanted even if the father had been something of a deadbeat jerk. More than that… Her son was alive… he was here… He wanted…. He could only shake his head mentally at himself, at the fact that despite the reputation he had built, he really was a softy… He wanted her to know her son, that fine young man he had met at that cottage, guarding a woman who was little more than a child who they had all hurt. Jacob seemed… No… Hell, as dark as he was he knew when someone was truly good, and that boy was fucking sunlight. He wanted to help her get to a point inside herself, at least somewhere in the middle, where she might be able to meet him and come to know him, spend some time in his life, to heal the wounds of her past. He was touching her so lightly, every stroke was as gentle as a feather, warm and soft. He had stung her harshly, poured salt on wounds he knew were open and raw, and now he was starting to leech the pain away. He smiled for her then, that bright, open, glorious smile of his that was so rare… *”Then hello, Sybelle Anakin… My name is Nautilous, but you can just call me Naut. How about we get rid of all that baggage you’ve been forced to carry for too many years, leave it in the past and close the door on it… It won’t be easy, like when you break a bone, it’s going to hurt to set it all right again… I promise though, when we’re done, you’ll feel so much better….”*He would lean in, watching her worry that bottom lip but not slicing it as she had done before. He moved her hands from her breasts to gently cup her face, soothing his thumb under the bottom of her lip, urging her to stop biting on the already sliced flesh.*”And I Love you, Sybelle Anakin, and I always will… Please remember that, no matter what happens, no matter where life takes us… I will always find you, I will always be a part of you, forever…”*He stood then, his hands drawing away from her face as he did so, just lightly trailing away from her skin. He lifted that whip with him then, rolling his wrist lightly, the sound of that leather lightly clapping against one another the only thing in the air really, a soft accompaniment to their breathing and the sound of the wax falling onto her skin. He came to stand behind her then, lightly running his fingers down her skin once more, teasing along her shoulders, down her back to dance along her ribs. Farther down they dipped until they came to the swells of her ass, where he would lightly stroke that abused flesh, the welts, the torn skin. He would do this for some time, until he felt her start to relax as much as she was able to. He took a step back then, and lightly at first, began to lay that whip across her back as ass, sparing not a single bit of skin. He built it up slowly, back and forth, back and forth, each time getting progressively harder. He kept this up until at the final end, he began to lay that bull hide in earnest. Long red strips, welts forming under each lash, at some parts the skin was in danger of breaking. It was when she started to scream in pain that he would being that which he had planned on, digging deep into her mind. He started with the most recent memories, those with Chris. He started to warp them, to make them fade out, bleaching them as it were of the intense emotions and desires that clung to them. Rather like pouring Novocain on a throbbing tooth, he was numbing the memories yet leaving them nearly entirely intact.*



(21:42:34 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..the tragedy of the white swan..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. he was there before her.. admitting his fault.. that he had played a part in why she was .. well the way she was.. and ordinarily she would have lept on that.. she would have grabbed it fiercly and threw it back at him.. but in her current state.. she simply nodded.. no more.. no less.. she remained fairly silent really.. nothing came from between those lips other than quiet soft breaths.. that hissed every time another few droplets of wax tore into her already red raw back and shoulders..her brows furrowed.. she winced.. over.. and over again.. her body trembled beneath his touch.. tender little shivers and shudders.. the surface of her flesh flooding with goosebumps.. her eyes squinted when he introduced himself to her.. when he referred to her by her original name.. did it strike something? Deep down in the darkest recesses of her mind? .. did it capture a flicker of understanding?.. or was it simply that she was not understanding the reasons for why he felt he had to do any of this.. he could have easily just continued on his merry way.. gone off.. with.. whatshername .. had his nice perfect little life off to the side with their daughter and his soon to be two extra children.. none the wiser to what was going on in her life.. and yet here he was.. knelt down before her.. trying to correct what was wrong there in her head.. trying to put that puzzle back together regardless of the fact that the pieces had been strewn half way around to hell and back.. she felt his touch there.. upon her chin.. his thumb pressing just beneath her split lower lip.. urging her to release her captive hold upon it.. it would indeed take a moment but she did.. she let it go.. releasing that plump usually pretty pink flesh.. marred by the delicate slit there in its centre.. her lids lifted.. those frosty coloured orbs lingered upon him.. watching him as he made his profession.. he told her he loved her.. and that he always would.. that he’d never really leave her.. he’d always be there.. in some form.. never truly parting.. before he moved to stand.. she swallowed down the breath that had lodged there in her throat.. tasting the remnants of that blood there.. before her lids would flutter closed once more.. and she’d just hang.. ears twitched lightly to the sounds of his movement as he crossed the floor.. coming back up behind her once more.. her back was fairly raw.. not bleeding.. not cut open.. just burnt.. blistering in places.. the wax had done well to trickle down the reddening marks left behind from his earlier abuse.. from the creative work done with that whip.. her body jerked a little.. she flinched as his fingers came into contact with her skin once more.. her toes curled under.. the touch was indeed soft.. little more than a lovers caress.. and yet against the already sensitive skin it felt like nails.. harsh and scratching.. he was indeed hoping she would relax from his touches there upon the curves of her ass.. she however did not.. she couldn’t.. she remained quite rigid and alert.. how one could possibly relax knowing something was coming.. sure not knowing exactly What.. but still.. she knew full well he wasn’t just going to up and walk out the door.. so relax.. she did not.. she heard the leather strips singing through the air as he reefed them back.. they collided with her skin once more.. not with a harsh earnest.. no a little more languid .. but the sting still remained.. she sucked in a gasped breath and her head lifted from its dipped position.. a whimper surfaced.. though with every strike there after her sounds grew that little bit louder.. deeper breathy moans.. hissing through her gritted down teeth.. till she cried out when he began to rip into her with such brutality.. the sting.. the ache.. that white hot scorching pain tore into her savagely .. she couldn’t help but scream in response.. a blood curdling painful sound that would have sent any within ear shot running for the hills.. her lids had clenched closed.. her fingers curled .. those sharpened nails cutting into the flesh of her palms.. her legs trembled.. her body shook.. she knew not what he was doing.. she couldn’t feel the magical influence.. all she knew was pain in that moment.. and all her mind knew was if he kept it up much longer it would cause her to black out.. just like what happened when Dravanos and Chris were with her.. it would just force her to shut down.. her body was already on edge.. tightly wound.. trying in earnest to protect itself.. to protect that which was growing inside her.. but with this kind of emotional trauma it would be only natural for once a line was crossed.. for it to just give in.. she was already skirting that fine line.. that edge when she was left there in that little cellar.. when Chris returned to his wife.. when she knew she had made a poor choice.. when she knew he had warned her.. and yet.. she still held onto that sliver of hope that maybe.. Just maybe this time something would cause a different result.. but.. as per her usual luck.. it didn’t.. it was predictable.. and she should have seen it coming.. and it resulted in her being here.. under lock and key of some captor hell bent on doing his duty.. and then under the abusing yet loving hand of her husband.. who was at that moment tearing into her back and the supple flesh of her ass.. her head dipped forward.. her eyes rolled back.. she was falling in and out of consciousness.. trying to cling to being awake.. trying to remain lucid.. though it was growing harder the longer this went on.. a droplet.. and then another trickled down the back of her knee.. a striking contrast really against the white of her flesh before it began to puddle there beneath her right foot.. it wasn’t from him tearing into her back.. no.. it was from something within-

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He could only do what he knew how, things like this? They were not his specialty, there were not something he easily or often dabbled in, no more than it was something he particularly relished doing. Messing with someone’s mind and memories like he was doing, it took a lot of control, a lot of precision and his only saving grace was the fact he could spare it. He was fantastic with detail, the only issue was that he had to illicit a lot of pain to get into her head, to break down her walls so he could even get access to those memories in the first place. He honestly wished he knew where his cousin was, SHE was the one who was meant to do this, to help heal broken minds as she had once done his. No one had seen her since she married her Solar, and he sure as shit wasn’t about to waltz into their territory, he didn’t have that big of a death wish. He had touched her, ran his hands down her body, tried to sooth her as best he could. It hadn’t worked. It was good in a way because it meant his work was at the very least, succeeding, At the same time, it also meant that she was in more pain than he was honestly comfortable putting her through, and despite all allegations against him, he didn’t get off on her being hurt. When she started to scream he knew he had the opening, and he didn’t hesitate to take it either, the sooner he could start, the less pain she would have to endure. Deep, deep into her mind he went, seeing the utter hell and chaos that remained, reminding him so much of his own mind so many years ago it was almost painful. Rather like a phantom limb, he felt the throb of memory there, that bit of pain that never truly faded despite having been healed over for long over a century. He started from the present and worked backwards, numbing, bleaching the memories, some of them he took whole entire chunks out of, leaving them there, but broken and fragmented, like bits of a dream you remember but can’t recall all the details. A part of him wanted to take all the pain from her, all the hellish memories, to give her a clean slate without the anguish of the past… If he could stay with her, if he could have done this months ago…. He would have… He would have brought back Sybelle and loved her, stayed with her forever, been content that at last, his heart could beat in time with hers. Like all things in their life though, Fate wasn’t working for them, it was all come too late. The memories of Tristan were completely removed, he would port that little fucker right back to where he came from without a drop of recollection and be done with that shit chute. Chris’s were harder… Sydel had to learn… Memories were lessons stored in our minds, like pages in a guide to life, if he ripped them all out, she might have a new book to start with but she ran the risk of making those same mistakes all over again. Then again… Then again he could leave different memories there, memories that would teach without hurting her… But under close inspection though, they wouldn’t hold up as her own, she would know they were planted and that alone would put her through a different kind of hell. It wasn’t fun, knowing that someone poked about in your head, knowing things were missing and yet having no way of knowing just what. He groaned softy, taking that responsibility upon himself too, knowing that some things had to be done. He didn’t bleach memories of Chris… he completely removed them. Everything in relation to him, from the fight with Ace, to the stalking of Trinity, all of it was dissolved. While he was doing that he was lost too deeply, far too focused on her mind, what he was doing to notice what was happening to her body right now. If he had known she was losing the child, he would have stopped instantly, tried to save it if there was time… But as it stood, he had no idea, and because of that it was too late for the baby…. Perhaps it was for the better, he was removing all memories of Chris as it were, and because of that her memory of who the father was would be gone as well. He could have said it was his, he knew that too, but he didn’t want that child. If he were honest with her, with himself, he fucking hated that bloody parasite. Hated everything it stood for, hated that Chris had gotten from her everything she had never given him, that out of all the children it was only his that she wanted. Good fucking riddance. Chris was now deleted from her mind, utterly gone, nothing in relation to him was left behind that might trigger her to wonder what she was missing. She could look Chris dead in the eye, and not know him from Adam, not a single thing would come up. Deeper down he went, removing Dravanos as well, she certainly didn’t need that bullshit either. Delete…. He was now left with the memories he shared with her… Their life together…. Her last memory… When he had died to give her that body she now used… He was unsure if he wanted to tamper with it… He wanted Sybelle…. But he also knew that Sydel’s strength was needed in this world… Sydel was a strong woman, she had a set of armor that was near impenetrable unless you knew the weak points in it, and it had always stood her in good stead… What he wanted…. Was for both of them… a bit more Sybelle than Sydel, but both of them existing in harmony, as he existed now. He knew it was possible, he himself was here, right now, living proof… But… She had to want it… He stopped the whipping, pulling out of her mind for a bit, needing a different sort of work now. He tossed the whip on the bed, that jacket soon followed while his hands began to roll up those silk sleeves, his eyes roaming over her body to access the damage… It was then that he saw what had happened… What he had caused… Of course… Because he wasn’t already an evil bastard, he now had to add infanticide to his list of sins…. He closed his eyes, at war with the sick and twisted elation he felt, and the deep pain and regret that surged up as well… Bloody fucking wonderful. He would flay himself over it later, she mattered right now, not the mass of dna dribbling down her thigh. He came around to the front of her then, patting her cheek lightly, jarring her back to reality with him. He knew her mind was a mess, that she would be wondering how she got here, what was going on. It didn’t matter, he couldn’t do a thing through that pain, he needed to switch her modes now. He bit down into the soft, supple skin of his wrist, easily breaking skin, severing that thick vein that ran there. Blood exploded into his mouth then, that raw essence of himself, thick and a red so deep it was almost black. He pulled back, sliding his hand over his wrist, stemming it while he moved in to place his lips over hers, spoon feeding her that blood until she came around from the shock of that power and energy.*



(06:10:44 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: ”Sybelle, baby, I need you to come back for me… I know it hurts, I know you’re probably tired, and you don’t know that’s going on…. But you need to take this medicine ok? It might taste a little funny, but it will make everything better….”*If she came around a bit, he would place his wrist to her lips, letting her draw from him as much as she desired. It didn’t matter if she left him empty, he had things he needed to do, and time to do it in. If her lips would wrap around it, to start to feed, to heal herself as it were, he would begin once more inside her head. He would start to look for her then…. Both sides of her. Sybelle and Sydel existed here inside her mind, and he needed to find them both, to feed one more power than the other, to allow that personality shift to happen. He had seen it before, he KNEW Sybelle was in there, she was just subverted beneath Sydel. He needed to build that part of her up, and lock away parts of Sydel for this to work…. She wouldn’t be a victim, she would still be that strong, fierce, independent little thing, she just wouldn’t be so emotionally dead and full of all that hate and rage anymore… Inside her head, he called out both of their names, softly but with command, with authority.*”Sybelle…. Sydel…. Please come forward….”





...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..the tragedy of the white swan..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. she had no idea he was messing around in her head.. erasing memories.. numbing others.. doing a bit of a shuffle around like someone shifting furniture in a new home.. she felt none of it.. was privy to none of his actions.. her body was just screaming at her.. the pain was in essence quite incredible.. like nothing she had ever truly experienced before.. or at least nothing that she could remember.. now normally she probably would have enjoyed it.. or at least some of it.. but because she was already beaten down.. it just struck her a lot harder than it should have.. she didn’t even notice the sudden strike of pain that racked her abdomen.. she didn’t even feel that release of blood as it trickled down her right thigh.. her mind was only allowing her to see certain things..to realise that he was doing this.. he was putting her in this painful position.. but that she had placed a great deal of trust in him.. that he said he needed to do this.. and she herself didn’t have the energy to argue otherwise.. she simply gave in and handed him permission to do as he so pleased..her screams continued.. though they became shorter and shorter as she gasped for breath.. falling in and out of consciousness ..her lids fluttered every so often.. tears streamed down her cheeks.. her feet weren’t even holding her up any longer.. they weren’t holding her bodies weight.. she was being held up by the ropes upon her wrists and upper body.. that was the Only reason she was still even in that position.. and then suddenly it stopped.. though she was sure she could still hear the whistle of the whip slicing through the air in her mind.. she was left then with that unholy sting.. that savage pain that just kept biting into her with every single breath she took.. she didn’t even wince now when the wax collided with her shoulder blades..it had burnt through a few layers of her flesh already in that very area.. so the nerves were dulled considerably.. it just ached like a bastard.. she wouldn’t even notice him kneeling down before her once more.. she hadn’t caught that sight.. he would pat against her cheek a few times and she wouldn’t respond.. a few more times.. still nothing.. before he’d do it once more and she’d take in a fierce long breath.. like someone who had had their head under water for that little bit too long.. she blinked a little.. before a painful whimper sounded.. her lids closed.. she just couldn’t.. she didn’t have the strength to even look at him.. nor the desire.. she had no idea as to what he was doing.. slipping once more out of consciousness.. her body hanging like a doll on strings.. the bindings on her wrist were beginning to burn as they rubbed against the otherwise perfectly pale flesh.. and then suddenly his lips were back upon hers.. much like a moment or two before.. she wouldn’t respond at first.. her split lips didn’t move a single inch.. though give it a second or two.. her lower would drop just a little.. allowing that bloods access into the depths of her heated mouth.. it pooled there.. thick like honey upon the dip of her tongue.. coating her teeth.. the insides of her cheeks.. before it would slide back to her throat.. and in little more than a blink it struck her like a brick wall.. she almost hissed as her head jerked back.. another breath.. long sharp wounded.. her body as a whole became quite rigid.. quite stiff as she groaned.. it was as if it gradually flooded every sweet little inch of her frame.. coating her nerves.. her bones.. her organs.. applying a strangle hold upon that black little heart of hers.. her lids fluttered back and those eyes rolled.. before she slumped forward.. gasping for breath as if she’d been running a marathon.. as if she had been with held it for so long and was finally been given grace to take it on her own.. she swallowed.. her brows furrowed.. blinking a few times.. those long dark lashes of hers almost quivered before she would look to him there.. her frosted gaze lingering upon his facial features.. a mildly curious look settling there as she tilted her head. Recognition would be slow ..and him calling her Sybelle was confusing her.. - .. it hurts.. .. she whined.. dipping her head lower.. if she’d have been able to clutch at the sides of her head she would have.. he told her she needed to take medicine.. and that it might taste a little funny.. that it would make everything all better.. all she knew right now was that everything ached.. everything hurt.. it stung .. it burned.. and it seemed to be never ending.. it wasn’t even as though it was a painful throbbing.. it was just Painful non stop.. she nodded a little- .. please. Make it betterl.... she whispered through her teeth.. lifting her head just a little so as her eyes were looking up to him.. her brows were furrowed..that pained look was there.. present even in those vacant eyes of hers.. not many could see much in those.. most saw nothing.. but he knew how to read her.. he knew what he was looking at.. and she was hurting.. he lifted his wrist to her.. to place it there nearer to her lips.. she didn’t react to begin with.. her eyes remaining upon him whilst the blood coated her lower lip.. before she’d part them a little wider.. locking them around that gaping wound.. her eyes would close.. and he would begin his work.. weeding his way through the tangled mess of her mind.. on one side he’d see young Sybelle.. free and easy..violet coloured hair.. the duo coloured eyes like her son.. the striking blue and green.. a smile there upon her features almost permanently.. and then on the other side.. was Sydel.. pure white hair.. a vacant gaze..and a permanent sneer upon her lips.. two women.. complete polar opposites .. seated on either end of the spectrum.. and as they were called forward they both did.. though Sydel would take the spotlight making sure to nudge the other back.. using threats.. abuse.. anything she could to belittle the other .. Sydels pride was large it always had been.. it’s what held her back for so long.. it’s what stopped her from actually growing.. from being able to move forward.. and it was what was there.. pushing Sybelle back.. making her fall into the shadows.. to sink away..-



(07:41:46 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *It took him longer than he thought to rouse her out of that place between pain ridden blankness, and the reality of the now. He knew he had pushed her and it wasn’t easy, if she ever know just how much it tore him up to get her like that, or what hell it put him though, he would never be able to deny that he was tender. It was one thing to do it to someone you didn’t know from eve, someone who didn’t matter to you, someone you ddn’t love. When it was someone you did though, it put a different spin on things, twisted it up into an ugly matter entirely. He hadn’t wanted to go this far, but at the same time he hadn’t had to go as far as he thought he might have had to. She was still pretty broken from everything, and what normally would have taken hours, perhaps even days, had taken just shy of a full hour to do. There was still a lot of work to do, and he knew this wasn’t just going to be a single night sort of a thing, an easy open and closed job. He would have to come back often, help her adjust the pieces in her mind, sooth down any painful flare ups that might happen. He wasn’t a master at this, wasn’t trained in it at all, the only reason he knew how to do it was because he had it done on himself. He didn’t have the finesse Nami did, he didn’t have the powers to heal naturally, to use her talents to such an end. He was only himself, more chaotic than good, and because of that he certainly lacked the control and healing hands that would have perhaps made this a lot easier. He snuffed out that candle so the wax would stop dripping on her so much, stopping the pain it was causing as soon as those little words were out of her mouth. Gods this hurt him almost as much as it hurt her, to see her so broken like this, a doll with a sadistic playmate. He had taken his wrist and slit it neatly, severing that vein himself, knowing what it took to get the perfect flow for her. He had fed her so many times, give her this blood of his, to give her what she needed to survive that it was almost as familiar as breathing to him. His free hand lifted to take that rope out of her hair, letting those ivory locks fall down, running his fingers through her hair as she asked him to make it better.*”I am baby, you’ll see… It will just hurt for a little bit longer, just a bit…Then you’ll start to feel warm all over, like your floating… You’ll get very sleepy too, but don’t worry, I’m here and I won’t let anything happen to you…”*He waited then, until her lips locked around his wrist, that familiar pain of her drawing on his essence. He would flex his hand slowly, pushing and pulling the blood in his veins, keeping that steady stream flowing. He slowly stroked his fingers through her hair, soothing her, pulling her deeper down into that calm high. He knew her body would begin to repair itself, there was no saving that fetus, but it wasn’t something he would mourn overtly much. Right now, her body needed to be repaired, would need his energy to fuel the shift. He dove in then, each time it was such a weird feeling, like dipping your hand into semi-solid Jell-O. He had called out to them, wanting, needing to see them both, needing to address the two sides of her. He saw them both coming forward, Sybelle in her sweet, smiling beauty that enchanted him, and Sydel with her fire nature that had enthralled him. He watched as Sydel pushed Sybelle to the back, and as soon as she did he fed his power to Sybelle. His voice was low as he addressed them both, and if they looked, they would see his own other half, that dark one. Death, his large black Crow was resting on his shoulder, those shiny black eyes watching them both. He was still split himself, but he had come to harmonize with his other half, to learn he could not exist without him. *”There is a saying, that inside each man there is a battle between two wolves, love and hate, good and evil… It is often asked which one will win in a mans life… And the answer is the wolf you feed… Your split was not natural, you did not choose to break into two different people, it was forced on you by Khorn. One side is light, love and joy, the other is darkness, hate and despare… We Must find a way to harmonize… There can no longer be this unrest, or you will die, both of you. This world is not the same anymore, it had changed, the people have changed, and neither of you can survive it alone. You Must join….”*He lifted his hand up then, to allow Death to perch on his fingers, running his fingers over that glossy head. He continued to feed Sybelle, shifting the power from Sydel to her, to slowly even out that field. It was a possibility they could merge, those two broken halves could become one… Or they may end up like him and Death, always aware of one another, using each other with the need arose… That was something entirely up to them though… He could keep the field even, let them battle it out or fuse together, but he could not do it for them, as much as he might like. If he did, he would be betraying both sides of the woman he loved, as if she were not good enough and he had to make her the way he wanted her. That was not what he wanted at all, he wanted her to become who she was meant to be, not who she had been forced to become.*”You can either become a whole person again, with light and dark inside of you like we all have, who knows love and hate in equal measures…. Or you can do as I have done… Allow Sybelle to take control, and Sydel will become much like Death here…. He is my darkness, all the evil inside me, all my hate and rage and pain… He is the part of me that is my nature, who I was born to be, yet who I chose not to become. I acknowledge him, and when it is needed, I embrace him, I allow him to rule me… Death is who I consumed when I was broken… Death is who I was when I lived, married, and loved Sydel… During the last years of our marriage, I started to separate from him, to pull us apart once more… It is why she did not recognize who I was, because she had never known me, the real me, without Death at the helm. She knew who I was, as I was born to become… She did not know the me I am choosing to be. You both…. Have that option. I can not make that choice for you, I will not do so. You two will have to do this on your own… Only know that I will keep this playing field even… I will not allow either of you to tip the scales in your favor power wise. You will be evenly matched, and through that, your choice shall be made. I will love you always, regardless of what choice is made… But one must be made.”



(08:09:41 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..the tragedy of the white swan..





: ..her lips remained locked onto that open wound.. she allowed that blood to flow freely into her mouth.. she supped from it.. it fuelled her .. it embraced her as a whole..and what might have normally gave her that sudden and somewhat violent burst of energy ..this time just relaxed her.. it.. settled her.. it slowed the deep harsh throbbing of her little black heart.. it stopped the delicate trembles.. her lids remained closed over.. those long dark lashes resting down low.. within her those two halves continued their squabble.. or more so Sydel continued to push the other away.. like an older sibling jealous of its younger.. idle threats.. deathly looks..a little pushing.. a little shoving before Sybelle would inevitably just give in and step back.. her hands settling neatly about her middle.. she was a fighter when it was necessary.. but she didn’t much feel like fighting Sydel in that moment.. the pair of them looked to him though.. the halves of him and the bird.. listening as he spoke about the need for them to decide.. for them to fuse or work side by side.. otherwise they’d both easily perish.. neither would survive long if she continued along the path she was currently on..Sydel was the first to throw her hands up and practically say she wasn’t about to pull back.. that she had done the hard yards all this time.. that she’d done all the leg work.. and that the Only reason that body had a backbone was because of her..Sybelle was trying to keep Sydel calm.. tryingto reason with her.. though it was really all in vain..Sybelle felt the added energy.. the fueling he was giving her.. that little bit extra to help her find the inner strength to step a little further forward.. she offered a smile and a slow appreciative nod in response.. saying that she was happy to come to the front.. fully.. that the body and mind needed a rest from all the darkness.. but that she understood the need for it to be there.. the world needed darkness for the light to have a place to shine in.. Sybelle looked back to Sydel who had given up on her tantrum chucking.. Sydel appeared to be listening.. resigning to the fact that maybe.. Just maybe Sybelle was right.. for the moment.. that.. maybe the mind needed to be able to step forth.. so long as the pair did not have to merge.. so long as she could still exist somewhere.. so long as she could be called upon when the body needed it.. when the situation called for it.. otherwise there would be no deal.. she started to splutter a little there as she had practically reached her fill of that blood.. her body was growing tired as quite a speedy rate.. she wouldn’t remain alert for much longer at all.. soon she’d fail.. she murmured softly..- .. so tired.... whispered against his skin there.. his blood smearing across her chin..the two figures mouthed the same words there within her mind.. before they both let him know he wouldn’t have much longer to make his choice.. to fix her or not because she was failing.. and she was failing quickly.. he would be cut off if she fell asleep..-



(08:36:04 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He watched it all unfold there before him, Sydel in her usual spunky matter, raved that she didn’t need a break. Sydel had indeed survived quite the nasty life, but how much of that was by her own hand though? Many of those hard yards she had walked, the rocky paths, the hellish trials, had all been because of the choices she had made in her life. True, she couldn’t have done it all herself, it did take two to tango after all, and he knew he was guilty of more than a few of those rocks that had struck her. Still, if she had perhaps not been so bull headed, so bull headed, she might have been able to avoid a good portion of it. Sydel was right, she had indeed survived, but that didn’t mean she could do it indefinitely. The world around them had changed, violently so really, and the lifestyles that they had lived together were now unsustainable. There were no more great villains to fight, no more wars to battle in, no kingdoms to destroy. The world was in almost a golden age, the hell and chaos they had thrived in was gone, and there was nothing for them to do. Sydel could continue to go around, killing and maiming, but even then how long would she be content with that? That was why Sybelle needed her time in the sun, why she needed to be the one to lead this stage of her life. Sydel could not exist as she was anymore, and the sooner the two of them realized it the better. Right now though, they were hashing it out, and as such he fed Sybelle, so that she would not be the weaker one in this fight. They were even now, and Sybelle could push to the forefront, to have the power to fight on a level field. There was a bit of back and forth, a bit of a struggle but relatively calm in a way he had not expected, didn’t think could happen. The choice was made then, and he nodded his head. Sydel would be stored away, her entire being condensed into a smaller, easier to handle package.*”Then it is settled then, Sydel shall be as Death is, a separate entity but still aware of all that goes on, and all that is experienced.”*It wasn’t much, it was an easy thing when both parts were aligned, for him to seal Sydel up in her own little corner of their mind. She was free to move about, to come to the fore when it was needed, but otherwise she would not take the reigns unless asked for. He heard all three of them, the body, the two entities in her mind. He knew, he had put her through an ass ton of hell, and she hadn’t exactly had a smooth ride up to this point either. He pulled his wrist away from her mouth, completing the last acts inside her mind, sealing it all up with a neat little bow as it was. He was withdrawing then, taking himself and all his bits and pieces with him, leaving Sybelle in charge with Sydel sleeping in the back of her mind. He came to reality then, fully, sealing up his wrist and realizing he was rather fucked. His head was swimming from everything and he felt like someone had run his ass over with a six in hand team of horses. He reached out, wiping the blood off of her chin and lips. He stood then, weaving just a slight bit, and began to cut away at every rope binging. The collar and clamps came off next, the restraints at her thighs, the spreader bar at her ankles. He supported her the entire time, knowing she would fall face first if he didn’t. He had her free then, leaving it all in a pile there on the floor. He looked at the bed there, said fuck that noise, and just shook his head. He would take her home… and let that little human try to explain all the blood and screams and bits of torture devices there. Another shift in time, a wrinkle, a jump, and they would be at one of his houses, in a simple but luxurious bedroom. He laid her there in the bed, picking up a soft towel and dipping it in water, moving back to wipe her down. Her body would heal quickly, all he was doing was removing all the old blood, his and hers, along with the dried wax. He had no idea what she would be like when she came to herself, knowing she had fallen asleep there as he had wrinkled. Who would this Sybelle be? What would she be like? Would she be grateful, or would she hate him? He didn’t know. He sat down there, stripping off the last of that hideous dress, leaving her bare there on the bed as he pulled the blankets up and over her, letting her sleep.*”I wonder… Who you will be like now… Will you still love me? Or will you hate me for what I’ve done to you in your life… Will you be happy now, at last, free to live as you want to? Will you finally fall in love with a good man? Or will you finally learn to love yourself first? What I wonder too… Is when I tell you your son is alive, that he is something of a wonder, will you want to meet him? Will you be happy? Or will it hurt?.... I can only watch now love… I can’t interfere anymore… I’ve done the last I can to help you get ready to really live… I will be here when you fall… and you will fall often as you learn to live again… But these choices you make from now on…will be yours… I only hope you are happy… That for once in our time together, I did something for you that was good, that makes you happy…”





ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *He could do nothing for her but let her sleep now, the ordeal had taken a toll on both of them, and it was not something that was so easily or quickly moved past. He himself was more drained than he wanted to admit to, not so much in the magical sense though he had expended much in a short time just to maintain the finesse he had to use in order to perform such a delicate operation, but it had been mentally and physically taxing as well. He had left her then to handle the other pressing issues, such as booting that human male back to where ever he came from with a nice little attachment that would forbid him from ever finding this city again. Let him try to figure that one out, he didn’t care, he had bigger issues to deal with than a human bounty hunter. The room was cleaned then from top to bottom, not a single trace of anything that had happened was left behind, not a drop of blood nor a shred of rope. The minds of those who had been present during the event were wiped so that not a single person could recall anyone being in that room, no screams were heard, nothing out of the ordinary. God he was going to be fucking exhausted before this was done, he just knew it and it left his ass just wiped, utterly wiped. He ordered a tray of food, not sure what this new woman was going to be like, if she would eat food or be on a more…liquid based diet. Would she look the same? Sound the same? He had no idea. He had only seen her once, the night he died, but that didn’t mean she would return the same. He shook his head, that tray held in his hands as he made his way back up the stairs. He wasn’t looking at the bed, no more than he was trying to watch her, or anything in particular. He simply set the tray down on the table by the bed, wine, apples, pears, peaches, some bread and cheese… Nothing fancy or heavy or greasy. He himself collapsed into that chair there by the fireplace, looking at it, sparking it to life with a thought. He was…. So exhausted. He stripped off his shirt, his loafers came next, all laid across the same chair his jacket rested on. All he had underneath was a simple black wife beater that showed off his shoulders and arms, medium built with clean lines, his skin the color of amber. He rested his head back, just a moment, letting it rest against the worn, slightly smoked upholstery. His eyes slid closed over those sky blue eyes, and he let himself relax, just for a moment… He needed the mental recoup as much as his body needed it too. That was the perpetual downside of being what he was. They weren’t meant to have bodies, nine out of ten times they were corporal, floating out in the chaos, causing hell or peace, depending on their alignments and nature. Few ever took human form, and even then only for short periods of time. He was the odd exception, he was the only one who actually stayed in a body for long periods of time. The body was still new too, had precious little miles on it, and because of that the amount of energy and power he had flushed through it certainly didn’t do it any favors. Rather like getting brand new tires and then doing a burn out, wasn’t exactly ideal at all. He would be alright, he just needed a breather, just a little bit of a break…. Before he knew it, he was passed out, slipping into a light doze. He would wake up if she moved, of she called him, or if someone was stupid enough to come into the room or even knock. Until those things happened though, he would remain in that light sleep state, his body slowly releasing all the pent up magic, clearing away the crystals of it that formed, dropping the new body into a more acceptable level, one that wouldn’t strain the system quite as much.*



(19:02:51 )

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. she had remained perfectly still there just where he had left her.. just where he had stipped her bare and drew those soft plush covers over her.. a peaceful look upon her features.. she was completely out of it for the entirety of the night.. there was no inner monologue.. there was no fighting.. no arguing within her mind .. she had grown so use to it over the years when she slept.. the two parts of her argues and bitched at one another.. she hadn’t gotten a proper full nights sleep in a century perhaps even more.. but tonight.. her mind was completely silent.. as if it had gone into a form of hibernation.. it was repairing itself.. it was dusting off old connections and bringing them to the forefont.. it was making them new again.. it wouldn’t touch the memories there.. they were a bit of a jumble.. a bit of a tangle since some had been removed and others dulled down.. they were let be for the moment.. another time they would be worked upon.. for now.. it was simply her psyche.. seeking out and locking onto that perfect balance between light and dark.. just what would she remember.. who would she recognise.. at what part in her memory base would she awaken in.. a time long passed.. something more recent? Or a bit of a mixture.. her eyes would stir beneath those thin eyelids as she started to come to.. as she started to be drawn from her sweet reverie..she took a soft breath..it sounded more akin to a delicate sigh than anything else.. before she’d blink.. and blink again.. trying to focus in the dim lighting… her eyes were now the colour she was born with.. that vibrant sapphire colouring.. and its partner only the keenest emerald.. the first thing she managed to focus on was the window there to her right.. the drapes were drawn across.. giving the illusion of night.. yet the sun that was begging to peek through the small cracks beneath told her it was late afternoon.. her back was to him at this stage she had managed to roll over onto her side.. her arms were up before her chest.. hands clasped together nearer to her pillow.. she remained there.. still for a moment.. the bed was supremely comfortable really.. she couldn’t recall feeling this kind of opulence.. it made her not want to leave it.. it made her want to burrow further down into it and just fall back into the ever waiting and loving embraces of sleep.. but something wasn’t quite right.. something felt a little bit off.. she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.. it caused her brows to furrow just a touch before she would slowly draw herself into a seated position.. only then noticing she was indeed completely naked.. her gaze widened a little and she dragged that sheet up..letting it be held just beneath her arms.. she hadn’t even noticed that she wasn’t alone at this stage.. not yet.. her hands rose.. she rubbed across her cheeks.. a mild murmur sounding.. the caress across her temples soon followed.. before sliding back through her hair.. she exhaled.. slowly drawing her legs to the side of the bedding..her hair was no longer pure white..it had accents of violet through it.. like an artist had taken his brush and decided she needed a little touch of colour.. here and there.. her body shape remained practically the same.. slender.. petite.. a drawn in little waistline.. a delicate round to her hips.. her pale skin the same.. though it wasn’t completely unblemished.. though it was not from scars or cuts.. not from bruising or abuse.. there upon the soft flat planes of her back were two tattooed designs.. birds in elegant black ink.. heavily detailed.. beautifully represented.. it would perhaps seem as though the son did indeed follow the Mother in a little more than he may have realised.. she slowly pushed herself to stand.. bare feet light as feathers upon the polished boards beneath.. she felt the coolness there.. the slight chill.. it made her toes curl under and with that little action alone her body trembled.. though she wasn’t entirely sure why.. her hands rose.. sliding up the sides of her arms.. criss crossing there about her chest.. rubbing against her upper arms.. the sheet had since fallen away.. her attention shifted.. her head tilting to look to the tray there.. the food upon it.. the fruits.. the cheeses.. the wine.. the barest touch of a fingers tip upon that rim would make the crystal glass sing in the silence ..the cupboard beside the bed was bare.. only leaving the remnants of a rather oversized.. horrid looking blue dress.. or.. was it even a dress?.. it looked akin to just.. well a big piece of horribly cheap looking fabric that had a misshapen belt somewhere about the middle.. she was curious indeed as to the figure it would have fit.. holding it up then to look at the shape of it.. someone short.. but.. well.. quite round?... her free hand rose as she lightly scratched at the side of her head.. placing it back down.. she looked then to her fingers.. to the soft pastel colouring upon her nails.. she never used to be dismissive of magical use.. she never used to hate it so much that she refused to use it.. it was something she had grown to enjoy..something she taught.. something she understood exceptionally well.. and it was a memory that was throwing out its web.. it was attaching itself there within her mind.. within her brain.. - .. ilya mart-onta.... she took in a sudden breath.. the words though whispered surprised her enough to startle her.. her hand rose .. she covered her mouth almost fully.. there upon her body crept fabric as though it were being painted on her as she stood there..a soft white lace dress coming into view.. it was nearly completely backless which showed off the artwork upon her otherwise perfectly pale skin.. a jewelled belt ran about her tiny middle before the skirt flared out just a touch.. just enough to give it a bit of body.. it was however short.. it rested just above her knees..she blinked.. her brows furrowing as she brushed her fingers down over it.. as if she were expecting it to just fade.. or disintegrate.. but no.. it was solid.. it had been breathed into life by her words.. -

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *He had been dozing lightly for a while before he slipped into a full on out sleep, his body wasn’t able to skirt that line for too long, he had lost too much blood and used too much energy for him to keep that balance. He was dead to the world after a couple of hours, his body shifting lower in that large chair, his mind rather chutzpa at the moment. He wasn’t able to remember if he was at that damned Inn or at home, or who he was in the room with, or if he was even IN the room with someone. He was just so damned tired his mind was asking him why the fuck he was passed out in a chair of all places. In all honesty…. He didn’t know. The thing that had roused him from that slumber was someone speaking… Who?.... What the fuck was even being said? That was a dialect he didn’t know, one he had never heard before, never encountered and he didn’t like it… At all. He continued to pretend to be asleep, better for whoever was there to think he was dead to the world, it gave him that bit of an advantage. To be honest, unless his life was truly and honestly in danger, he probably wouldn’t even be able to defend himself, he was just shot. He let his ear tell him what was going on, stretching out his senses as far as he could, to try and find out what the hell was going on. Ohhh…. He remembered then, that he had taken Sydel… No… Sybelle back to his house…well, one of them anyways. That was who he heard speaking, why he didn’t recognize who it was, he hadn’t really been around her before. He seriously doubted he had a damn thing to worry about, and he allowed himself to fully wake up there, to open those baby blues of his and look at what had happened when he passed out like the dead. She wasn’t in the bed, she was standing up, just off to the side of him. He just caught the white, letting him know were to look as he slowly moved his head, to take in what had happened…. He…. Didn’t know what to think…. As soon as he saw her, his mind drew a complete and utter blank, like someone just fried his systems. Sydel had always been pretty, but in an ice queen sort of way, more of a look but don’t touch kind of beauty…. But… Sybelle… She…. He let out a soft sigh, rubbing his hands over his face, his eyes, down the stubble on his cheeks and chin. Life was one hell of a cheap son of a bitch. A dirty, rotten, lying, grasping little whore… Then again, it was just his luck, wasn’t it? He had to let it go, let HER go, to finally let her live. And once he had let her go, saw what she became, naturally he would want her back. Fuck him and his screwed up sense of personality. He knew if he even tried to, dared to reach out to her, he would undo everything he had fought to do in the first place. For what? For his own, greedy, self-serving purpose? Years ago… he would have done it in a heartbeat. Seduced that raving fucking beauty there who looks pretty as the sunrise, drug her to bed, and used her. And then, like every other good woman he touched, broke her. Part of the reason he had chosen Foxxy… Foxxy was already broken, he couldn’t destroy her, life had done that long before he ever arrived. She was safe with him, and he was safe with her, there was no risk to his heart. He would keep his damned hands and thoughts to himself, to keep that polite friendship between them, that distance. She had a chance, and he would rather be damned to a hell designed to break him a thousand times over, than risk the chance of destroying her. Too many damn men had done it, himself included, and he wasn’t going to do it again. He stood, stretched, arching his back a bit as he heard it pop several times from that uncomfortable position. Oooooh he was gonna feel that for the rest of the day…. A bend this way and that, several more pops, and he was done. He ran his hands through his hair, it had gotten somewhat mussed while he was sleeping, setting it right before he would bow slightly to her.*”Good morning, Miss Sybelle… “*He righted himself before be moved over to that food tray, pouring her some light white wine into a pewter cup before pouring himself one, taking a drink as he studied her over the rim of his glass. She was stunning… He couldn’t blame Ace for keeping her… but he still damned him to the fires of perdition for what he did to her. He damned himself down right along with Ace, he had done just as bad if not worse. He motioned to the plate with the food on it, all fresh, ripe and sweet, just waiting to be eaten. He was sure she had to be at least a little hungry… Though for what… That might be a different matter entirely. His voice was low, polite, that deep growl as he was still a bit sleep logged.*”Please, help yourself… “*He would hand her the glass before he moved over to the fire, debating if it needed more wood or not. It was afternoon after all, the day was nice from what he was seeing, now it was just a matter of deciding what to do with it.*”I don’t know if you recognize me or not, but I’m Nautilous… You can call me a friend if it suits you…. We’re at my house right now, I wanted you to get a safe place to recuperate… You are free to go whenever you like, just know you’re welcome here any time you want. Now… I hate to toss questions at you since we’re both just waking up, but I do need to know a few things, if you’ll be kind enough to indulge me? What do you remember? Are you feeling alright? Is there any questions you have that I can answer?”



(20:32:52 )

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: ..she tugged at the lace a little.. those slender perfectly pale fingers of hers brushed across it.. sliding up to the waistline.. the tiny crystals there.. the need to touch.. to feel everything was and would be ever present with her.. she was a very tactile being afterall.. she still had not noticed him.. her mind was trying to get her to focus.. to restart properly ..she was even a little.. off balance on her feet.. she’d waver every now and then.. having to move her feet so she didn’t tumble to the floor.. though she wasn’t warey of it.. she simply thought she wasn’t standing correctly so she righted herself when necessary even going so far as to gain a hold there upon one of the poles on the edge of the bed.. the sounds of his muscles popping though they startled her and she spun around in a flourish of lace and satin.. her gaze widened considerably.. her hands having risen fingers intertwined clasped together just beneath her chest.. there against her chest.. her facial features remained very similar to what they were when she was Sydel.. they were just perhaps not quite as sharp.. not quite as angular.. and there was a soft colouring upon her cheeks.. she didn’t look like.. well.. she was dead.. her lips were plump and such a rich velvety ruby in colour.. her lashes were long and curled..she took a few steps .. till her back was pressed flush against the wardrobe door.. even going so far as to press that little bit harder so as the brass hinges sang in response.. she watched him perhaps a little cautiously.. hearing the faint cracking of his muscles.. that popping as he moved to stand from his seat properly.. her gaze drank in all that was him.. the muscular lines of his arms.. the black singlet styled top that really left.. well quite little to the imagination.. she could easily make out the lines of his broad chest.. the flat planes of his stomach.. the tone.. the physique.. it caused her to tilt her head to the side.. those semi curled wavy locks shifting to tumble over her right shoulder.. she blinked when his movement snapped her back into ‘reality’ as it were.. ceasing those wandering eyes from.. wandering any further than was perhaps appropriate.. watching as he raked his fingers back through his richly coloured hair.. she caught herself dragging her lower lip inward.. just a touch.. just enough to cause that plump rose hued flesh to billow before she would release it…allowing it to form back into that perfect little curve.. her brows furrowed when he called her by name.. a name she hadn’t actively heard in ..years.. it caused her to press back a little harder again.. would she get used to being called that? Was that her name?.. oh she was confused.. a little startled.. a little shocked as to why she was in that bed.. naked.. why he was in the room while she was resting.. and yet the answers were all there.. they were at her disposal so to speak.. she just needed to make the final connections.. to put those pieces of the puzzle back into place..she observed him a little longer as he moved past her then.. to settle and stand there before the small side table.. his scent struck her then as he caused the air to shift in that small space.. that mixture of sandalwood and spice.. with the undertones of honey.. she felt her heart take a sudden jolt.. enough to make her catch her breath.. enough to make her lower those arms that up until then were risen beneath her chin.. to settle back at her sides.. her fingers fanned out across the flat of her stomach.. she heard the wine being poured into the glasses.. before he took one for himself.. her gaze regarded him a little longer before she caught his gaze looking at her.. she caught that look over the rim of the glass and it caused her to avert hers.. to look elsewhere within the room.. sharply pointed ears twitched in response to his voice.. to his words.. he was still tired.. she could hear it in his mildly groggy tone.. she offered him a slight nod in response.. drawing the corner of her lip inward to worry it.. before she would move past him.. her bodies scent had changed.. it no longer held that rather untimely coating of copper and blood.. no.. it was now a lot more.. earthy.. it combined the scents of pine needles, of incense and bay leaf.. such fruity and yet spicey notes.. made one think of the scents and sounds of a pine forest in the rich summer sun… she came to stand before the table.. reaching for the pewter cup he had poured for her.. wrapping her slender fingers around its step before she would raise it to her lips.. pausing a moment.. glancing back over her shoulder to him before she took a small drink of its contents.. she tasted it as it pooled there upon the small dip of her tongue.. her shoulders sunk.. oh it was pure heaven in a cup.. she seemed to unwind a little bit more.. no longer standing there upon the tips of her toes.. - .. thank you.. .. she’d offer him in a vocal response.. taking another drink before she would move to settle there upon the edge of the bedding.. her ankles crossed.. nails lightly tapped against the sides of the cup .. she listened to his explanation.. that he was unsure if she would recognise him.. that he was a friend of hers.. and that they were indeed in his house.. that he desired nothing more than to give her a safe place to recuperate.. but that she was more than welcome to leave whenever she wanted.. she stretched her legs out a little though her ankles remained linked



(20:32:59 )

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. her toes wriggled.. curling under..she paused.. allowing his words to sink in..she would tilt her head.. looking to him there.. big coloured eyes drinking him in.. it was perhaps a little odd to see her with actual colour there in the iris.. it allowed him to see just where she was looking.. where-as before no one really knew if she was even paying attention let alone giving anyone a moment of her time.. she placed the cup to the side..enjoying the warmth that the small glass of wine was sharing with her.. it was taking the edge off her.. it was making her seem a bit more centred and giving her a chance to make sense of some things.. slowly she moved to stand.. - ..can you sit for me?.. .. she’d ask of him .. please?.. . a softly spoken request.. if he did settle there upon the bed she would come to stand before him there.. - .. I.. .. she’d hesitate- .. I just need to.. .. her brows would furrow.. the words weren’t coming out as she would have hoped.. but she knew.. if she did in fact know him that this would help her.. this would hopefully spark a memory.. this would help her with her recognition.. she held her hands out.. lifting them as if requesting she touch him.. as if asking permission to touch his face.. if he would indulge her.. allow her.. she would reach across.. the delicate tips of her fingers would brush across his square jaw line.. her touch wasn’t cold any more.. it was soothing and warm.. there was life within her .. blood beneath her skin that kept her touch pleasant.. she slid her hands in closer.. to cradle her palms against his cheeks.. her eyes were searching his features.. they were looking at every line.. every crease.. every small wrinkle.. the length of his lashes.. his eyes.. his nose.. lips.. everything.. - .. Naut.. .. she whispered.. barely even audible.. as if it were said between the lines of voice and thought.. realisation was there upon her features.. as the corners of her lips began to twitch and a smile was developing.. he had changed a little yes.. but still.. he was there.. she knew who he was.. and her smile only grew a little more as it all started to make a little more sense.. she didn’t remember everything.. the night itself was quite a blur really.. but when was the last time she actually smiled?.. - .. I.. .. she sighed softly.. drawing her fingers away from his face allowing her arms to fall back to her sides- .. I don’t remember a lot really.. just.. bits and pieces here and there.. I feel.. fine just a little.. off balance.. a little.. wobbly on my feet.. I feel good.. .. she nodded-

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *He was probably the only person in the entire world who knew what she was going through right now, how the whole event, though good, could set a person on their ass. It felt… Weird… Adjusting to a new body, to try and figure out how to make all the filaments work in tune, to get that muscle coordination down. It was why he always took a few hours to just…Feel. Toes to the top of his head, he usually spend that time moving each and every little part of him that he could, touching to rest, to get his textiles down. When he had died and come back, he had been in much the same position as she found herself in right now, trying to sort his brain and his body into something a little more…normal…. He had it a bit better than her though, being what he was meant he responded quickly, was able to regroup and recuperate much faster. He had no idea that she wouldn’t recognize him though, if he had thought he had that much on display, he would have put his shirt back on. He and Sydel… they were so used to each other’s naked bodies that it was damn near common place really, not a single spot was unknown to one another. He didn’t think that Sybelle might find him a whole new image to look at, though he had to admit, he would have preened a bit if he knew she liked what she saw. It had…. Been a damn long time since he felt… well…like someone actually wanted to look at him. Liked what they saw. A part of him was and forever would be, that male whore, the one who preened and took pride in his masculine beauty. That would never really go away, after all, he did take a certain matter of pride in his form and looks. He watched her move back, as if she were afraid of him, and because of that he kept his movements slow and light, non-invasive. He had called her by her name, her real name, hoping it might ground her a bit, let her know she was safe, she was ok. He didn’t want to rush or push her, she was rather delicate right now, needed to be handled with kid gloves. He wasn’t sure how she was inside her own head, his moving about of her memories, bleaching, numbing, fading them out wasn’t done with the grace he had wished he could give her. It would all be a bit of a mess in there until she sorted it out herself. At least he had taken a majority of the pain away, and removed some of the memories that would cause her the most pain and the most damage. He had taken a chunk with him, but it was worth it, even if it did leave her a bit unsorted. It was better for her to fill the gaps naturally on her own, than to sit there and face down the memories she had, to suffer all over again. He was catching all those little signs she was giving off, and he had to admit, he was a bit thrown by it. It…. Made him feel the need to take a step back, and yet at the same time he knew she was enjoying herself, so what was the harm? At the same time though, he didn’t want to shock her or make her uncomfortable. If he had realized the amount he was effecting her, he definitely would have put a damper on it all, poor thing didn’t need his ass seducing her. He was glad when she took the glass, saw her take a drink, and didn’t reject it. It was when he was that close to her that he had definitely noticed the change in smells, made him pause, to take a deep breath in appreciation for that unique bouquet of hers. She….damn, she smelled fantastic really… He had to drag himself away, reminding himself again that it was none of his damned business, and that if he had a lick of compassion for her, he would leave her alone. Friend yes, anything else, no. Yes, he was better now, more neutral, grounded… But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt her, or drag her through some sort of hell at some point. He wanted to protect her from it after all, that was the whole point of all of this really, to give her a chance to live and be happy. He wasn’t going to let himself fuck it up. He was just…. So damn glad. He had seen Sydel forego any sort of food or anything even remotely normal, and a part of him had always felt guilty about it, as if it were his fault. To see her taking in the wine, that she enjoyed it… THAT mattered a whole lot more than he was willing to admit, it was a good sign, a damn good one, letting him know that the shift was indeed there. He smiled for her, those white teeth flashing in that roguish smile of his, a little lopsided and charming.*”Your welcome. Sorry it isn’t the best stuff in the world, but it’s a good year… I’m a bit of a sucker for good wine.” *He had asked her those questions then, wanting to see just where she sat mentally, physically. He wasn’t sure how off she might be, or how the two sides of her might have settled. Because of that he was going lightly, carefully, trying to gauge just where she was at and to see how he might be able to help her. He watched her there, nails tapping softly against the pewter glass, looking up at him with those captivating big eyes of hers… Damn it…. Damn it all, she just… He squashed it all down with a firm reminder to keep his shit in check, and his dick in his pants, he had no right sticking it anywhere! Just…. Well jesus, cut him a break, he had a gorgeous woman in his room, and he had only had sex once in the last five fucking years. Man had needs! Just… He knew better, loved her enough to not go there, even if it was harder to resist than he originally thought. His brow rose at her question, it was an odd request, even more so when it was followed with such a sweet please behind it. He was…. Utterly charmed, damn his hide for it too. He sat down there then, remaining still, his arms crossed in his lap, hands between his thighs. He nodded when she asked to touch him, it wouldn’t hurt him any, and if it helped her hey, all the better. He felt her soft little fingertip dance over his face then, feeling the bones, the muscles over that. He used to change his face on a weekly basis almost, never quite happy with anything, always demanding something better. He was older now, thank God, and a lot more settled and content with his natural looks. This was who he was, plain and simple, and if it wasn’t perfect it didn’t matter. His eyes slid closed after a moment or two, just relaxing as those soft, warm little hands learned the structure of his face. That and her smell… Jesus he was going to have to find a whorehouse if he could, and knowing him…he would probably need the whole damn house at least twice over before he felt normal. His eyes opened when she said his name, a smile on his face once more.*



(21:20:23 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: ”Hey baby… Nice to know you remember me, was a touch worried you wouldn’t there for a minute…” *Then he caught her smile there…. He… Wow… He had seen Sydel smile…what… Three times the entire time they had been together? And the smile here….was quite different. There was no planned seduction behind it, it was warm and honest and open, beautiful. SHE was beautiful, in and of herself, and he was honestly glad… Not because of her looks, but because after who knew how long, she was back to herself again… how she should have been in men hadn’t ruined her. He could at least say this, he would be damned if he let another man come in and fuck it up again, not even himself. He nodded his head, patting the bed beside him for her to sit.*”Don’t…look for those memories too hard love. I lack a lot of the skill and finesse my coz has, and I know my work is far from exemplary. It will sort itself with time, but I’d rather you just relax and live in the moment than go looking for the past… Not a whole lot is good there… As for the balance, that will come in time. It takes a while to get used to a new body, kind of like being sick for a long time and finally being well, you got to relearn a few things. We’ll get some food in you, some more rest, and a few short walks to get you back to where you feel more at home in your own skin.. Might take a few days, but we’ll get you there… Now… I got one big thing to drop on you… It’s going to be a lot to take in, but I think… No… I know it’s important to you… I know you had a son Sybelle… Jacob… I wanted to know… What are you thoughts on that?”



(21:59:23 )

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. her right hand had caressed down the curve of his cheek.. along the length of his jawline before her hands fell back to rest there at her sides.. she watched as he patted the spot there beside him.. she shifted a little that lace brushed against the smooth fabric of his slacks as she sunk down to sit.. ankles crossing once more.. - .. I.. .. her brows furrowed once more as her arms slid around her small middle.. crossing there as she clutched her sides- .. it’s slowly coming back to me.. in little bits as if its being spoon fed.. .. she nudged his side lightly with her elbow- .. I don’t imagine anyone could actually forget you.. .. she inched back just a little.. enabling her to draw those perfectly shaped legs of hers up.. to pull her knees in against her chest.. her cheek coming down to rest there.. and that gaze.. that striking colouring lifted to look to him..to watch him as he spoke..- ..it feels.. a little odd yes.. .. she whispered softly.. but also.. not.. if that makes sense.. .. she lightly rubbed her lips together..it was true though for as much as she felt thrown.. she also felt this .. odd sensation of being centred.. something she hadn’t truly felt in so many years.. - .. you look tired.. .. there was concern there upon her features for a moment.. lingering within her eyes..she reached across.. her palm resting just lighty atop his hand.. before her fingers would slowly begin to curl inward.. to hold.. to clutch- .. thank you.. .. she whispered.. it was barely audible really but she knew he would hear it.. she knew he would pick up on it.. she leant across just a touch.. just enough to allow those soft sweet lips of hers to plant a kiss there upon his temple…giving his hand a light squeeze before she would release it.. her head then tilting.. turning away from him as she glanced toward the tray of food resting there.. looking more and more inviting as each moment passed.. he may well have noticed a tiny golden clip there.. within her lightly coloured locks.. it had the tiniest golden heart.. and it wasn’t there earlier.. it more or less.. materialised right before his eyes.. she stretched out her legs.. slowly moving to stand.. gaining her balance before she would move to step before the table.. taking a few smaller pieces of the fruit.. and a small chunk of the buttered bread.. - .. forgive me but I am starving.. .. she laughed.. The sound bright and cheerful like dandelions on a summer day and really quite contagious indeed.. he’d have to have quite a black heart to not feel the urge to follow suit.. she slid a few pieces of that fruit between her lips.. her back to him for the moment as she poured herself another glass of that sweet light wine.. she paused when he mentioned Jacob- .. uh.. .. her shoulders rose a little.. the memory was there.. it was a little tattered but it was there- .. yes.. I did.. a long time ago.. .. her voice softened a little as she took a small drink from the cup- .. I... slight hesitation- .. I don’t remember a lot.. I don’t know the full of it.. but he was born without breath.. .. she nodded.. taking a bite of the bread.. savouring that taste there upon her tongue.. she wasn’t actively upset about the topic he had chosen.. she didn’t break down.. though those vividly coloured eyes had certainly taken on a glassy appearance as if tears were threatening to break their banks.. - ..was a long time ago.. why?.... she glanced back over to him.. across her shoulder- .. I’m curious as to why you bring it up?.. .. she moved to cross the room then.. taking each step slowly.. very slowly.. the lace and satin contained within her short adorable little gown swayed with each lightly sauntered movement.. she reached the window on the opposite side.. standing up high upon the tips of her toes to peel back the clip.. letting the thick curtains fall open.. flooding her with the golden glow of the sun setting.. her breath audibly caught there in the back of her throat as she looked out over the valley.. her free hand rose.. she clutched at her chest there.. held against the fabric of her dress.. her lips had parted she had fallen into a quiet form of awe at the scene playing out there.. such rich colouring.. she couldn’t remember actually taking the time to view it properly..or at least.. it hadn’t been in a godsend.. - .. Oh gracious.. .. softly spoken words.. - .. have you seen.. .. she hushed herself then.. berating such silliness on the inside.. of course he had.. it was only her that needed to.. re-evaluate everything around her.. though it appeared that the simplest of things were catching her off guard.. from the taste of a sweet wine that was warming her heart.. to the sight of a sunset in its few final moments.. to the glimpse of him in all his handsome glory.. it was as though her body knew these things.. it had witnessed them before.. but it was responding in a completely different way .. very different to the norm.. it was making it all very new again.. the familiarity was there.. so it wasn’t foreign or confusing.. it was just.. - .. beautiful.. .. she sighed softly..-



ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *He was just….getting rocked a bit too often… He…. Well it was just… He had had… a lot of women in his life, too damn many if he were honest about it… Smart women, beautiful women, good hearted women… but no one had done this… Even Sydel, when she was in the mood to be sweet, had never been this….warm… Athena had always been distant, even in bed sadly, there was always that sort of cool aloofness because she was locked up inside herself… the others hadn’t been around enough to matter… This was… He sighed softly keeping his thought to himself, if anything, burying them deeply. He had told himself he wasn’t going to do it, and he wasn’t… But at the same time he would be a thrice damned liar if he didn’t truly enjoy her touches, or the fact that they made him long for more, feeling a bit emptier inside than he had thought he would. It was normal for her to be feeling the memories coming as they did, it was a good sign, it meant that the brain was still working normally.*”That’s good… That’s honestly how it should be, little doses like that give you time to adjust to it. Too much at once can leave you in…a bit of a mess.”*He suddenly burst out in a laugh when she jabbed him in the side lightly with her elbow, it tickled, and he had to admit, it felt damn good to laugh.*”Bloody minx! I wouldn’t know about forgetting me or not, I’m just glad you remembered me. Means a lot to me, as stupid as that might sound.” *He watched her draw up into herself, pulling those lovely legs to her chest, showing of those trim little ankles and lovely calves. He was watching her as much as she was watching him, both of them surprised in the newness of each other, not quite expecting it. They had been so close, inseparable for years, yet it was as if they were just meeting for the first time, their history nothing more than a box of letters between loving pen pals. It was… different, hard to really pin down and examine.*”It does, trust me… I’ve had three bodies so far, and each time the shift happens, it takes a bit of getting used to. It’s not something that goes away rapidly, it takes time to adjust, even though the body is your own. I wish I could help you on that front, but I really can’t, it’s just something that has to work it’s way out in time.”*He chuckled then when she said he looked tired. He felt tired, that bloody chair should be burned, it was full of lies. It wasn’t comfortable at all, if anything it had hurt him worse to be in the damn thing than if he had been on the floor. It had given him such a crick in the neck too, just sucked. He shrugged his shoulders lightly, smiling at her there.*”Don’t worry about me honey, I’ve been through worse. Just have to let the body run itself a bit, doesn’t quite enjoy that much use of magic when I’m still breaking it in. Just give me a bit and I’ll be alright.”*He took a drink of that wine before setting it down on the little table, only to nearly knock it over when she had reached across to take his hand. He was smooth as silk on the outside, that smile never dropped, never wavered…Inside he was fucking chaotic. What the hell…Was this some sick, twisted, fucked up joke the universe was playing on him? It wasn’t that he didn’t deserve it if it was, he had fucked up enough to truly earn this sort of hell, but still… This was just…. Fucking hell. His hand shifted, turned over, returning her squeeze there on his hand gently before she pulled away. His voice was soft when he replied to her thank you, those blue eyes looking out at the distance, seeing things only he could see.*”I told you….years and years ago… When we first met…. That I would always be here for you. You don’t need to thank me, really you don’t. But thank you for it… It’s a pretty rare thing for me to hear, and it means a lot.”*He…oh my god…. He fucking BLUSHED?! What the actual fuck?! But there it was, a slight flush on his cheeks, those eyes dilated a bit when she kissed his temple like that, and his heart did the weirdest fucking thing in his chest… What the fuck? Seriously…what was that?! He didn’t think he had done that much work, yeah he was a bit worn down, but not enough to make his heart go out of rhythm, or had he? Fuck. He would take it lightly for a bit, last thing he wanted to do was go through the pain of a fucking heart attack. He looked at her, right as that little clip was coming into existence as it were, making his brow raise. He couldn’t help but ask, it was….weird…and he hadn’t felt any magic being used either, so what was that all about?*”Sweetheart… I don’t know if you had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction, but you got a little gold hairpin…right there…”*He would reach up to touch it lightly, feeling the warm gold metal under his finger, felt the shape of that little heart there. Weird… Then again, nothing was normal, and he had to wonder if he was down in some rabbit hole on his way to wonderland. He looked at her as she stood, moving to go and eat and he could only shake his head, laughing softly.*”Why in the world are you apologizing? I got it for you, you silly little dodo-bird.” *Then that laugh… again that sharp, weird, yet somehow gentle and almost…floaty feeling in his chest. He grinned at her laugh, a soft chuckle passing his lips as his hand raised, to press over his chest, rubbing softly there. What the fuck was going on? Seriously just….what the hell…. He wouldn’t show the concern he had though, he wouldn’t upset her at all, and he let his hand drop, acting as if he was just scratching a bit, still waking up. He had asked her about Jacob, heard her words, the way she looked… Oh hell… He didn’t want to make her cry… He shook his head, standing to rest his hand on her shoulder softly, brushing some of those amazing, almost lavender colored locks back.*”Because baby, he didn’t die… I actually met him….about oh, half a week ago? I wanted to tell you that, to let you know your son’s alive, and he’s healthy. Hell, he’s even a Doctor if you can believe it, a damn good one too if you pardon my language. I met him kind of on accident if you like, doing a favor for a friend, checking up on a patient he was taking care of. I swear I nearly fell on my ass, he looks a lot like you. Has your eyes. I wanted to know…if you might want to meet him?” *He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, a warm hearted smile, letting her know it was ok, that it was good. He was here for her, and wanted to share things that were important, things he hoped would help her get just that much better.*”I’ve been told I can swing by the cabin where he is at, I have some books for him. I wanted to see… if you two would like to meet sometime…”



(23:04:02 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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: *His hand fell from her shoulder as she moved over to the window there, the way her hips swayed softly as she walked, the delicate movements. His jaw clenched hard then, to the point where he thought he was seriously going to chip a tooth or something along those lines. Good… Pain helped… Pain was good like that. Though he didn’t think there was enough pain in the world to save him in the next couple of moments. She was just so enraptured, so enthralled by something as simple as a sunset, the way it made her feel. He came in behind her, looking out the window, a smile on his lips.*”Hold onto me…”*He would reach down then and sweep her off her feet softly, holding her against his chest as he made his way out of the room. Upstairs was his library, the entire floor dedicated to his books, his studies. He made his way across the large, gutted room, woards the glass French doors there at the end. With a soft kick from his bare foot, he had them opened, taking her out onto a little patio area, setting her down into one of the little swinging seats there. From this vantage, this high on the hill, she could see the entire village spread out before her, with the woods and mountains to one side, the ocean to the other. The sun set over the sea here, and she could see as it fell over that big, blue expanse, panting the sky and ocean with all the colors of passion.*”I thought…. You might like this a bit better...”*He wanted her to be out in the warm air, to see it in all it’s glory, not just through a window with glass between her and the view. She thought it was beautiful, but the sunset held no glory for him, nothing special or rare… His eyes weren’t on that setting star… It was on the lovely woman seated in that swinging chair, watching the sun paint her skin gold, change the color of her hair from lilac to a deep lavender, to a deeper violet. He didn’t give two pins for the sun, the sight he looked at now… was a whole lot more beautiful and rare, and infinitely more precious. *

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. her eyes sparkled a little when she heard his laughter.. his sudden bursting of it when she nudged his side with her elbow.. her smile only widened.. how could it not.. how awesome did he sound when he laughed?.. it was so smooth and almost velvety.. and much like hers.. very very contagious.. - .. Minx?!.. I am shocked.. .. she dragged her lower lip inward a little.. as if she was biting back a cheeky little grin that was trying in earnest to form.. she had risen from her spot there to move back toward the tray.. to partake in the fruits and bread that were there.. those which he had been nice enough to bring up for her.. she had caught the blushing on his cheeks.. that slight soft colouring.. but she didn’t think it appropriate to bring attention to it.. she didn’t want to embarrass him afterall.. - .. That chair doesn’t look terribly comfortable.. I’d be surprised if you weren’t extremely achy all over.. .. she nodded as she slipped another small piece of that sticky sweet peach between her lips.. the taste of it was exquisite really.. the fruit had to have been in season for it to be that good.. that utterly delicious.. and the wine as an accompaniment .. just perfection.. she was growing to enjoy the food.. the wine.. all over again.. memories were sparking deep down within her mind.. reminding her that she had had this before.. she had eaten on a regular basis and thoroughly enjoyed the fruits nature could only truly gift her with.. but that it had been some time.. there was a large gap there.. and the memories for that gap were a bit sparce.. a bit holy and broken.. but she wouldn’t push it.. he had told her to take things slowly and she would listen.. she had no reason not too.. a flicker of a memory came to her in that moment.. whispered words of trust coming from her mouth at some point.. being told to him.. that she trusted him.. and that was enough for her.. for she wouldn’t have said such lightly.. he mentioned a clip there in her hair and she frowned a little.. not from being upset merely curious.. she reached up to the same position he himself had reached for.. their fingers meeting for that moment before she felt across the clip.. not entirely certain what it was or where it came from.. she reached up with her other hand to unclasp it from its strangle hold upon that single lavender coloured curl.. she drew it down letting it settle upon the dip of her palm.. turning it over.. this way and that as she inspected it ..I can’t be sure.. .. her brows furrowed- .. I haven’t seen one of these.. in many years.. I could be wrong though.. Ill look into it.. .. she placed t down upon the small table there.. nearer the tray- . Magic can be.. enormously draining sometimes.. you’l probably need to rest for a good week before you are properly recuperated.. you know.. with your age and all.. .. she bit back that grin once more.. it was cheeky but she couldn’t help it.. it just kind of came out.. her hand rose and she covered that mouth of hers.. startled that such would come from her.. before she cleared her throat and went to cross the room then.. she listened as he told her she didn’t need to thank him.. that he would always be there for her.. - ..I find it funny really.. she spoke softly as she stood there in the loving warm embrace of the sunlight- .. that the people that deserve the most thanks.. are those that say they don’t require it.. .. she turned.. tilting her head to look to him there.. lingering for just a moment- .. Admittedly I don’t remember a lot at the moment.. just snippets of events.. of things spoken and actions made.. but there is still a lot there I do recall.. I do see.. I have felt and understood.. .. her balance wavered a little and she slid her foot back to steady herself.. her hands slid down to cross there about her middle- ..Nautilous.. you gave me your time.. .. she nodded- ..and time is the most thoughtful gift of all.. not many share time.. not many care to sit with someone.. to even just talk.. .. she shook her head- .. but you did.. and you have.. numerous times.. even if I was to stubborn to realise it.. .. she nodded.. offering a smile.. all be it smaller.. - ..Some people don’t realise how special they are.. they can be thoughtful without even thinking about it..they are always right there when you call.. or even when you don’t.. they just know when they are needed.. .. she motioned across to him with her hand- ..they share without expecting anything in return…and yet they seem a little richer for giving.. so.. please accept my thanks.. I do mean it.. I know I haven’t said it enough.. .. her attention shifted to fall back to the window there.. to drink in the scene before her.. that rich yellow and red.. it was just sublime really.. she could catch the silhoettes of birds as they floated just before the sunset.. her head dipped when he spoke about Jacob being alive.. and silence fell about them for a moment.. she was unsure on just how to react.. - ..I.. . hesitation .. Im not sure I understand?.... her brows furrowed her hands uncrossed from about her middle.. one rose to slide back through her hair.. her heart took a bit of a tumble there in her chest..- .. he’s.. .. she took a breath- .. are you certain?.. are you sure?.... she had this sudden shiver make its way across her frame in its entirety..making her shudder- .. You are sure it was Jacob?.. You are completely certain?.... she blinked.. turning to look back out over the valley before her.. her hands moving to cross there again once more about her petite waistline.. she was a little startled.. in a little bit of shock.. she was certain she saw him die.. she was certain he wasn’t breathing.. oh it didn’t make much sense to her and she didn’t want to push the memories she did have.. she didn’t want to force anything.. it was a sensitive area.. and her mind was akin to walking on egg shells in certain spots.. she nodded slowly- .. please.. .. she offered in a whispered reply when he asked if she wanted to meet him.. even if its only from a distance.. she wanted to see him.. she wanted to be sure it was him and that he was ok.. - .. I.. would like to see how he is.. if it is him.. I..



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Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. .. she shook her head a little- .. I can’t be sure Ill be able to.. approach but.. to see him.. please.. yes.. .. she nodded.. drawing the corner of her lip inward once more to lightly chew upon it… she became lost in the thoughts she was having about Jacob.. and that of the slowly fading sunset before her.. to even notice he had come up behind her.. his words made her blink.. dragging her back into the room she was standing within before he had picked her up with such little effort required.. she almost squeaked as he startled her.. her fingers grabbing at his chest at his singlet top.. her gaze had widened just a little before she allowed herself to settle.. to breathe.. realisation striking her that it was Ok.. he wasn’t going to hurt her.. he’d just surprised her is all.. - .. you don’t have to carry me.. .. spoken softly before she would settle in there comfortably her head finding that little nook there nearer the curve of his shoulder and neck.. she listened to his heart beat.. feeling the rhythm with her ear so close to his skin.. sensing its regularity.. its smooth soft repetitive beat.. he had taken her upstairs.. and like before she weighed very little though there was a bit more substance to her now.. she though light..didn’t feel like .. well like she was a doll.. she felt like a person.. she watched the surroundings pass her by.. the walls.. the pictures.. until they reached that upper level.. a large expanse of a room.. though it was dimly lit she couldn’t really sense if there was anything in it.. though it did make her sneeze what with the dust floating about.. he nudged open those large doors before stepping out onto the patio area.. the first thing she noticed was that wind.. that warm sweetly scented breeze as it caressed her bare legs.. her cheeks..she sighed softly.. a delicate murmur sounding as he placed her down onto one of the swinging seats.. her hands came down to steady herself.. she looked out over the picture before her.. it was so open.. there was Nothing obstructing her view.. not a single thing.. - .. It’s like a painting.. .. she whispered…her lips parted as she was awe struck.. she could see the village in the distance.. the mountains.. the trees of the forest.. gardens.. birds.. everything.. it was all there on display for her eyes.. for her viewing pleasure.. - .. Oh.. Oh Wow.. you weren’t kidding this is.. just.. so ..oh there are no words.. .. the breeze picked up those violet coloured locks.. sending them floating back away from her face every so often.. - .. this is incredible.. Thank you.. really.. .. she slowly rose from that swinging seat to make her way to the edge of the patio area… to lean against the railing.. letting her eyes close over.. she just drank in all the scents and sounds that surrounded her.. a peaceful smile there upon her features-

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *It was a rare thing for him to laugh like that, just open and honest, not forced or halfheartedly. It took him by surprise, the laugh and her action, to just be in the situation really. It was all pretty new to him he had to admit to himself at least that much. It was…. Nice…. New, a little strange, a little alien but…. Nice… It would…take some adjusting to, to get familiar with it, to take it all in. He saw her start to bite her lip, trying to stem that little grin of hers that was showing in her eyes, and he snorted softly, rolling his eyes.*”Shocked my left ass cheek… you’re a bloody minx love, and you know it, which makes it all the worse when you think about it!” * He was still smiling, watching her get up to eat, the way she showed her pleasure as she picked them apart. Poor thing… She really had been denied a whole lot of the little pleasures in life, and it was something that actually pissed him off, that she had just sat there and missed out on it all and he hadn’t once thought to ask if she was ok with it. He was more to blame than anyone else really, he had had the power to change it for her, the means to do so, and he never had. It was a lot worse than any of the others really, they had just hurt her, left a few scars. He had utterly neglected her yet stood by her the entire time, and that was a whole lot worse in his mind, than just some emotional scaring. He nodded his head, stifling a bit of a yawn, talking through it.*”It bloody is too. Normally I pick out better furniture, but this place came pre-furnished and I didn’t want to bother with shopping. My only concession is the upstairs and the mattresses, those are mine. I think I’m going to take that chair out back and set it on fire, thing is a bloody atrocity, a sin against comfort.”*He didn’t think he had ever had such an uncomfortable night’s sleep honestly, he felt like someone had literally run him over, and it was only made that much worse because of the magical drain as well. Honestly, a part of him just wanted to crawl into that big ass bed and go right back to sleep, but she needed him a bit more than he needed to be a lazy ass. He had seen the pin just kind of materialize there, reaching out to touch it at the same time, his fingers softly brushing across her own. He felt that same uncomfortable heat on his cheeks then, a bit of a jolt as their hands touched, and it made him wonder if he was maybe a touch on the broken side. None of this had ever happened before, never once in his life, not with all the women he had known. Hell, he was blushing, and he had never blushed. The part of him that should even cause such a thing should have been dead centuries ago, after all, he was a whore and a damn good one at that. He had spent his life in brothels, so really, why the hell was he blushing now? He had to be sick, some sort of magic poisoning, yeah… That had to be it, magical poisoning and he was getting taken for a run by it, that’s all. He could only nod about it, he had no idea what the pin was, or why it had come into existence like that. He was about to ask her about it when she made that little jab at his age. Well fuck me! He started to laugh, a real rib cracking, from the bottom of his belly laugh. He literally doubled over there on the bed, his palm coming up to slap at his thigh as he just painted the air with that sound. Fuck, he had NEVER laughed like that, it felt like his ribs were on fire, he couldn’t catch his breath.*”Oh fuck right off!! Don’t you know to respect your elders?! At least if you’re going to call me old, don’t do it to my face! Jeeeeeeze! Whoooooo”*He was righting himself then, leaning back on his hands, trying to catch his breath as he just had the most brilliant smile on his face he had ever worn. God that had made him LAUGH though!! Fucking Old… Yeah he WAS old, almost as old as dirt really, but to have some sweet young thing tell you that was just too funny! He exhaled one long, drawn out breath before shaking his head, wiping his eyes that had watered there. She had thanked him after that, and he had told her to not worry about it, he was fine with it really. Hell, he had grown used to it, expecting people to just accept it for what it was and not give a damn thing back. But… Her words, the way she said it… Again that weird feeling in his chest, a sharp sort of stab but it didn’t hurt, it more like…ached… A kind of like…dull throb. It didn’t help that he thought he was having palpitations or something, he swore he was catching that heart of his skipping a few beats out of rhythm, missing entire beats sometimes before resuming it’s natural pace. He wanted to do something…say something…but he didn’t know what. He could seduce the panties right off a virgin nun in no time flat, but for some reason, he just wasn’t sure how to handle all this. Strange and new emotions were coming around, sparking and flaring here and there, things he didn’t understand and for him, that was almost scary. He had lived a long time, they both knew it, but these things were new and different, nothing he had ever known before and it was setting him way off balance. Not in a bad way just…. He couldn’t seem to catch his footing. He told her about Jacob instead, wanting to see if she could handle it, ready to catch her if she couldn’t. He nodded his head softly before speaking. He was as sure as the sunrise, there was no missing it.*”Positive Sybelle. Not many people are elves here, and even less have the same eyes as you do. I got his name when we met, he’s quite the polite young man, a gentleman really. I don’t know who raised him, but they did a damn fine job, better than most. He was really protective of his patient, not many people care that much, a mark of character you know?” * He saw her struggling a bit, but not enough to make him concerned, not just yet anyways. He nodded his head, came up to rest his hand on her shoulder, to try and soothe her just a bit.*”I’ll arrange something when you are ready then ok?... We don’t need to rush, you’re not going anywhere baby, and as far as I know, neither is he. We got time sweetheart, for you to get a little more stable, to get your feet under you a little bit better. We’re going to take everything at your pace ok? You let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll get everything settled, not a moment before.”*He watched her, the way she looked, reacted to the sunset. He had swooped her up in his arms then, noticing she had indeed weighed a little more, not that it meant a damn thing to him. The weight… it was nice… Gave him something to hold onto, to actually feel in his arms… God she was so warm, smelled like heaven.*



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ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *If anything, he probably shouldn’t have picked her up, she really did smell amazing and she was so soft, so warm in his arms that he was finding it even harder to keep those lustier thoughts of his at bad. Really, it was so damn low, rather pathetic for him to be thinking about shagging her when she was so fragile a wrong word could break her. Bloody pathetic. Those words made him smile though, a brose raised over those sky blue eyes as he grinned down at her, just a bit cheeky.*”What, and miss out on this lovely little armful, not likely. Sorry darling, but I’m kind of a rogue, a bit of a devil, and I have been known to take what I want from time to time. I wanted to carry you, so I am. Are you complaining?” * He would ask softly, curiously even. Did she not like it then? Was there something about him holding her that upset her? Part of him hoped that yes, yes there was, and another part hoped to God there wasn’t. It was weird for him to be so torn like that, between something so simple, and yet so important. He had settled her down there on the swing, letting her adjust a bit. Let her just….take it in. He could have said how long it had been for her since she got to enjoy something like this, and because of that, he wasn’t going to spoil her moment. He just stood back, quiet, watching her as she watched the world. It was a bit of a guilty pleasure really, knowing he had his own reasons for keeping a distance between them, just a close friendship really…Yet she was so lovely, he had never seen something like her before… She was all soft colors with flecks of vivid gems for eyes, like a pastel dream… Inside too… He hadn’t really… expected. He had seen a glimpse here and there, little flashes of her that had made him stick around Sydel, long after he had grown a bit vexed with her abuse and neglect. Just…for her. She was more radiant than he had ever expected, and he wanted to bed her very, very badly… But not in the way, perhaps, he might have done other women… He wanted it slow and sweet and gentle, to worship her, to reduce her to nothing more than a pile of quivering limbs. Normally he was a kinky fucker, bit with her, he just wanted to be tender… What the FUCK was wrong wit him?! He shook his head again at her words. She was so delightful, so kind and warm, she thanked him for the smallest thing, as if they were somehow important.*”I bought this house for the view alone… Makes you put things in perspective when you’re up this high… Makes everything else just seem more…manageable. I want to start a garden up here but I am a piss poor gardener, Id likely forget to water the plants and they would all die, and then I’d feel bad because of it. Still, it would be nice to have some roses and ivy up here, with some lemon grass and jasmine and honeysuckle… Sweet smelling things, you know? Sweet and nice to look at. I imagine the amount of birds and bees and butterflies I’d get would be worth the effort, I just really do have a black thumb for plants…”



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Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. she nodded in response to him when he said he would organise a get together of sorts between her and Jacob whenever she was ready and not a moment before.. that had settled her heart a little.. made her feet a bit better.. it was certainly not something she wanted to rush into.. and a small part of her wondered if perhaps he was just wrong.. maybe he was indeed mistaken.. she would need to build herself up for that Just in case.. to put down the ground work so she didn’t fall quite so harshly into that disappointment..it would be then that he would lift her up so effortlessly.. her petite frame slid into his arms comfortably.. she curled in close .. it was an innocent gesture really.. did she even know she was doing it?.. was she conscious of the fact that he was having trouble being around her.. the tips of her fingers lightly brushed across the soft cotton like fabric of his singlet top.. just feeling it.. touching it.. understanding the make.. and his bodies warmth beneath it.. her lids half closed as he walked her up those stairs.. she could feel the way the muscles in his arms tensed as he took every step.. making sure to keep her safely in his grasp.. his hold.. she smiled when he said he was a bit of a rogue.. a bit of a devil.. and that he was known to take what he wanted every now and then.. and tha he so wanted to carry her.. so he did..- .. that is all rather cheeky yes.. .. she uttered quietly in response.. - .. you wont hear a complaint from me.. .. Oh she adored it.. if she were to ask him she would have said so.. his grasp was so strong yet so yielding and soft.. and she felt safer in those arms than she had ever felt.. she was sure of it..soon enough he had taken her up to that landing.. her bare feet pressing to the boards beneath when he placed her down.. she remained seated upon that swinging chair for quite a while.. just looking just.. observing all that was going on directly before her.. and how utterly enchanting it was.. she couldn’t help but smile.. - .. you’ve had luck shine upon you.. yes.. .. she nodded.. though not turning to look to him there.. her gaze remained out front.. catching sight of the sun as it began to take its final breath.. before it would sink down behind the rounds of the mountains far off in the distance.. the darkness was beginning to grow.. though it would not take a full hold for a little while yet.. the sky remained a beautiful orange and yellow..- .. it’s quite a view indeed.. I don’t think I have ever seen anything like it.. .. her brows furrowed a little when he spoke of plants and killing them.. before she laughed shaking her head- .. stuff and nonsense.. .. she had risen from that swinging seat to move over toward the railing.. the edge there of the balcony styled landing.. she leant against it.. her eyes closed over as she drank in all the scents and sounds..- .. I know a lot about plants.. .. she paused- .. do I?.... another pause- .. yes.. yes I do.. .. she nodded- ..Roses would be beautiful up here and would bring a myriad of creatures with them..herbs too if you so desired to cook more…. Ivy would flourish.. lillies would too.. .. she turned then pressing her back against the railing.. allowing the orange sky behind her to frame her.. to be her outline.. as she tilted her head- .. I’d gladly help you if you wanted.. it would be no trouble.... that duo coloured gaze lifted as she looked to him properly.. her hands sliding down to cross about her middle.. it was a gesture she didn’t even realise she was doing.. it was.. as if she were hugging herself and keeping any that came to close to her.. away.. it was in essence locking off her body..she blinked then as another thought came to the forefront of her mind.. slowly like honey through a sieve she was being reminded of things.. important things- ..Aysil.. .. she glanced to him a moment.. a mild look of confusion there- .. Oh yes.. Aysil.. tell me of Aysil..is she well?..…she turned then from him to look out over the valley.. the stars were slowly starting to pop out.. to come out on show.. the outline of the moon behind a series of clouds was also ever present.. - .. and tell me of you.. catch me up on all that you have done.. you might be able to fill in a few gaps yes?.... she slid her tiny feet into the first small section there on the railing.. and then another until she had managed to climb up to perch upon its edge..her long perfectly shaped legs dangling over the outside edge as she comfortably perched there like a bird on a thin twig..- .. Oh! Yes.. of course.. you had a new partner.. a woman.. forgive me I don’t recall her name.. please tell me.. I am quite interested to know all there is to know and just what it is I may have missed..that is of course if you are comfortable.. if not I will naturally of course understand.. .. her hands rested down on the railing at either sides of her.. anchoring her there as the breeze picked up and sent those lavender locks flying behind her.. flicking and curling every so often.. it also revealed the paleness of her thighs when it caught her lace.. - ... I know you’re tired.. I shouldn’t be bombarding you with questions

[BadInfluence]

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *He wasn’t going to drop Jacob on her, no more than would drop his mother on him. He knew it was a shocker, and a bit of a pain in the ass for him personally, having kids just suddenly spring up out of the woodwork. Sadly, that happened with just about oh, all of his kids over the years. It was never an easy, fun, or pleasant thing to go through and in truth, it was one of the things he hated about it. Like bloody damn mushrooms, they just spring up out of the blue, surprising him with the unpredictability of it. At least now that he wasn’t, well, whoring about like he used to, there were none of these happening anymore, and for that he was immeasurably grateful. He wanted it to come when she was ready, when she was more stable, a bit more grounded. He didn’t want anything to move too quickly, he needed to give her that time, to get used to being a live again and not locked up away in the dark anymore. He only wished…. Wished he had known about it sooner, wished he had his eyes opened years ago, that he could have seen it all for what it was. They both might have been….a whole lot happier. Maybe things would have worked out a lot better in the long run…. But really, who was he kidding? He had been just a fucked up as she had been, and neither of them were really looking at the other, only internally, locked up inside their worlds that occasionally overlapped. If he had known years ago, he wouldn’t have done a damn thing about it, because he wouldn’t have cared enough. He had scoped her up, relished the feel of her soft, warm little body against his chest, letting her scent drug him just a bit as it twined about his senses like steel cables. He could only chuckle at her response, tilting his head to the side a bit as he raised his brows, responding to her words.*”A bit… I really was something of a bastard, but I had a growth spurt… I only get greedy once a week now, but the AA- Assholes Anonymous club I go to, they said I should cut back to at least once a month… But then where is the fun in that? It’s all about that twelve step program and what not, admitting you have a problem, blah blah blah. I’m glad I won’t hear you complaining though, I might have to give you something else to think about if you started!” *Oh for the love of God… he was flirting…not seducing, but actually…flirting… When the hell did he start doing that?! WHY was he doing that? Seriously… He must have been more screwed up that he thought all things considered, there was just…no way to make sense of any of this, at all. First he felt that shock, then the laughing, the blush, that weird pain in his chest, and now he was flirting? For fucks sake, someone get a Doctor and diagnose this shit, it was weird, just freaking weird. He nodded his head when she said he had luck shine on him, in regards to the house, the view it had.*”Luck is all good and fine, but she’s even better when you have the gold to sweeten her path…. Like I said… when I want something, I usually take it when possible. Humans will do almost anything for enough gold sadly, but at least when you trade with them, they’re typically all too happy to take what you offer so long as you’re generous about it. The view here is priceless, and the owner didn’t even care. To him, it was just an old house he wasn’t using, that he had to keep paying land tax on. It needs some work, a new roof, new paint and plaster, carpets, doors and windows… Nothing too major though, just a little bit of time really, and it will be a nice little house…”*He was grinning just a bit, listening to her talk about the plants, about what would look nice and what it could be used for. He heard her offer to help, and that just made him smile even brighter, honestly glad she wanted to stick around long enough to do that.*”Well, thank you very much, I really would appreciate it. It’s true though, I think I have a small cemetery devoted to all the plants I kill. I just have the bad habit of getting wrapped up in stuff and forgetting about them, and the poor things die through no fault of their own, which of course as I said makes me feel bad. Let me know which plants you think will be best, and we’ll start a little garden up here, sound good? Give you something to keep you busy but happy, give your body something to do while the rest of you falls into place as it were.”*He paused, silent when she asked about Aysil… Did she know she was their daughter? Or just his? How much of that little girl did she remember? Damn, now he wanted a cigarette….badly…and of course those little bastards were in his jacket down stairs, well out of reach for him. Damn, damn, damn.*”She’s wonderful, she’s getting so big I want to put her in a little jar so she’ll stop growing. I just got her bed finished yesterday, it looks like Cinderella’s coach, it’s gold and ping and white, and has a nice big bed inside for her and her toys. I’m afraid I spoil her rotten, but she is such a sweet thing, so well behaved and wonderful. It’s hard not to give her things when she never asks for anything herself, just preferring to be quiet almost, unless she found something that sparks her interest and then she can go on and on about it for hours. I just wish the kids around here were better, she misses her brother and sister, well, what she thinks was her bother and sister. I just… I don’t like the kids here, not that they are bad but… they’re just not up to snuff for me. I guess I’m probably just being an overtly picky father, but I demand the best for our daughter, and so far, I haven’t seen a single child I would want as her playmate.” *Oh god, from bad to worse… She was asking about Foxxy now… What a fucking bind. He shook his head, thinking he would kill for a smoke, but he didn’t dare leave her here by herself either, especially when she was thinking, working, asking questions.*”Her name is BlackFoxx, but I call her Foxxy, it’s her nickname… She’s…. my ex-wife’s mother…I met her while I was existing on an alternate plane, and we mesh well. She is as broken as I was, but she’s sweet and kind, a good person. She is an excellent mother figure to Aysil, full of patience and lots of understanding and knowledge, the two get along very well. She calls her Aunti Fox, which I rather prefer, there are too many odd lines going on in her life I don’t want to confuse her anymore. Foxxy and I…. We’re… weird. She grounds me, and I needed that, need it, because without that sort of stability I go a little…mad. She is an excellent mother figure, but she doesn’t demand anything of me. We’re more a…pairing of mutual understanding. She hasn’t accepted my proposition, and I’m giving her time to think about it. We’re friends though, and no matter what choice she makes, we’ll remain that way…”



(02:21:28 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *He took a seat after a moment, rocking a bit on that little covered bench seat, looking out over the ocean there, dotted with little boats coming in for the night from the deeper sea fishing. He ran his hand over her face when she couldn’t see him, but he could see very bit of her… Jesus… Why did she have to be so beautiful inside and out? Especially when he was sane enough to actually see it, to know it, understand it. Why?... It was some sick joke on him, and one that was justly deserved he knew. He rested his arm on the side there, moving to place his chin on his closed fist as he looked out.*”You’re fine…. I’ve been in worse shape than this, and no doubt in the future I will be again. I’m fine, promise… Truth of the matter of it all Sybelle… Foxxy doesn’t care that I can’t really love her… That between the two of us, it would be a marriage of convenience. She knows about us… And that you and I are married… It’s just… I can’t really take much more. It’s nothing to do with the fact I’m old, age is just a number, and my kind don’t age, we don’t die unless a certain any of a certain breed overwhelm us, and even then, we don’t die… Just turn into what my father is. It has to do more with the fact that I’ve tried and failed so many times with women that I don’t even know if it’s worth it anymore. Foxxy makes a wonderful mother figure, and she needed that. She doesn’t ask me for things I can’t give her, just like I don’t ask her for things I know she isn’t prepared to give. We both see that we work well together, we give each other what we need at this point in our lives, and that works out ok. We’re old enough to know that it’s a good thing, and we’re not going to bemoan that there will never be any sex between us, no more than any love. We’re friends… And that’s about all there is to it.” *He paused, shaking his head, closing his eyes.*”Maybe your right… I must be more tired than I thought, please disregard that last bit… I rambled on. Now, I believe I answered the questions, yes? Is there anything else? Telling you about everything would take quite some time, but if you can narrow it down for me, it will make it a lot easier for me.”



(03:06:38 )

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: ..she heard that smart little remark that he would give her something Else to think about if she started complaining- . Oh? Is that so?.. .. she nudged him again- .. and just what would you make me think about hmm?.. ..she remained up there perched up high upon the tailing.. those long pale legs dangling over the edge.. she was relishing the feeling of the breeze on her arms.. her face.. caressing through her hair.. it felt so nice.. and as cheesy as it might sound she just felt so free- .. Ah yes.. of course.. gold.. you and your gold.. .. she nodded listening as he spoke about the owner not caring so much for the property so he practically got it for a song- .. well I am sure.. should you desire it… you could make it a nice little home for yourself.. .. she tilted her head- .. see.. there is your very first offering.. right down there in the guttering of the lower level.... she pointed as she had spied a little sprig of growth there in what little dust and leaf matter had settled there many moons ago..- .. Ill get it.. .. she didn’t even give him a chance to respond really.. she slipped down off that railing.. down onto the slim outer edge of the balcony.. before she jumped down onto the lower portion of the houses roof.. teetering there upon its tiled roof like a dancer.. her feet facing opposite directions..she wobbled just a little till her arms were stretched out to her sides.. then she centred herself.. taking those few cautionary steps before she would move to lower herself slowly.. bending her knees.. moving into a squatted position.. she’d scoop up that little green sprig.. it would have been no more than maybe 4 inches high.. it hd only two small leaves and a tiny white bloom with a bright yellow centre.. it was closing as she captured it.. so she only had a glimpse of it for a moment.. - .. It’s a strawberry.. .. she called out to him before she moved to stand once more.. that same slight wobble there before she would slowly make her way back along the roof tiles.. hearing them gently tink together she’d reach the wall once more.. she’d reach up to place the tiny plant upon the landing there.. brushing her hands together.. before she’d reach up.. fingers gripping the wooden balcony and she’d pull herself back up.. just high enough that her elbows would connect.. then her knees and then she’d peel herself back over the railing.. before she’d move to cross toward him.. taking his free hand.. her own sliding beneath it.. she’d open his fingers before she’d place the plant there.. it was small.. easily broken.. fragile.. kind of like her really.. but she was entrusting him with it.. she’d release it.. - .. don’t kill it.. .. she’d shoot him a playful wink before she would lightly brush her hands together.. removing the remnants of the leaf matter and dust.. the sun had taken its final bow.. the curtain of darkness had been drawn.. like a huge black blanket.. it enveloped everything around it.. only the stars glittered there.. so many of them.. thousands like tiny diamonds.. and the moon..such a thin crescent.. little thicker than a fingers nail.. - .. I know you’l take good care of it.. .. she nodded..- .. and if you do.. it will bare you fruit.. .. her hands slowly rose to lightly grip at her upper arms.. feeling the nights chill rolling across the valley then..she smiled when she listened to him explaining Aysel.. and how she was growing so big.. how he was spoiling her with cinderella coaches.. and toys.. and that she liked to talk about things that sparked her interest..- ..Wonderful.. I am pleased to hear she is doing so well.. .. she nodded.. allowing her hands to fall away from her arms.. to clasp there just before her.. her own fingers intertwined.. she didn’t fall then into silence, she didn’t find herself saddened by the thought of someone else raising her daughter.. because the fact of the matter was.. she knew.. Aysil would be better off…their daughter needed that kind of stability around her.. something to keep Aysil grounded.. and she knew full well that up until that night.. up until she had her re-awakening.. she was certainly not the person to give it.. and she couldn’t even be sure she could be the person to give it now.. she also would not uproot her.. it would cause more confusion…she never truly thought the day would arrive that she would have such thought strings.. that she would be having the inner monologue that was so selfless.. - .. You just want whats best for her.. that’s only natural of course.. maybe sometime down the track you will find that special play mate for her.. .. she offered a smile and a nod.. her fingers beginning to fiddle just idly with the lace around her midsection.. - ..You love her.. .. she nodded- .. of course you do.... she turned back to glance over her shoulder before she would turn properly to face him- .. if you didn’t you wouldn’t entrust her with your daughter.. and you wouldn’t have given her such a proposition.. you’re far to smart for that.. .. her head tilted to the side.. - .. Im pleased to hear she is such a wonderful mother.. that’s quite helpful.. .. she pressed her back against the railing there..watching as he had sunk down into that swinging seat.. rocking it back a little and forth.. she caught his eye.. she captured his smile.. it was imprinted there in her mind and there it would remain for quite some time.. of this she was quite certain…she felt that gentle fluttering there in her chest.. that soft somewhat haunted beat of her heart.. enough to make her reach up with her right hand and mirror his earlier actions.. to rub lightly atop where that precious little organ survived- .. you’re not rambling at all.. when someone thinks they are they tend to be speaking more honestly than they perhaps might ordinarily.. .. she lightly rubbed her lips together- .. there is a great deal of love in friendship.. in companionship.. and .. she paused nodding a little- .. I’m happy you found it.. you deserve it.. ..she pushed away from the railing there..- .. if you don’t mind I think I will head back in .. for as lovely and beautiful as this night sky is.. it’s getting a little bit chilly and I fear my toes are going to go numb if I hold it off much longer.. .. she lingered there beside where he was seated before she stepped back in through the open doors.. back through the library before she would make her way down the same way he had come.. down those stairs.. lingering there at the door to the bedroom that she had come out of.. before she would step into it.. the fire had died down a little but its warmth was still present among the glowing orange coals.. she crossed the room.. standing before the open hearth.. -

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *He couldn’t even reply to that! Oh God no, if he even opened his mouth, the things that would come out just…No… Just no, not going to go there, not even going to think about it! Things were too messy inside his head, and he had things he had promised her, things that he wouldn’t do. Almost everything good that he touched ended up tainted, enough so to the point that he pretty much avoided touching anything good, lest he watch it curls up into ash. Sybelle was soft and sweet, like a snowflake made out of spin sugar, and just as delicate right now. Even if he wanted to bed her, give her all sorts of things to think about other than teasing him, he wasn’t in a position to entertain such thoughts, no more than she would be willing to reciprocate them. She might not even care about him as he did her anymore, after all, Sydel and Sybelle were two very different sides of the very same coin. He did chuckle at the gold bit, holding his hands up in defeat there, a smile on his lips.*”Hey now, I worked hard for it. I never stole a single copper! I took what I saved up to the point I had left Egypt, and traveled around a bit, trading my services for more gold, until I found a place I wanted to settle. I bought my first house then, and used half of what was left in investments, and my fortunes have grown ever since. I know it’s an ugly side of life, finances, but it’s allowed me to take care of people I care about, to give them only the best. It’s a small enough thing, but it does make me happy. At the end of the day, property is just property, but the money I spend on people, that’s much more valuable.” *He was still smiling when she went about a first offering. First offering? What in the world was she talking about? He was watching her, and just about had a damn heart attack when she popped off of that railing. He leapt out of that char, reaching the side of the landing in less than a second.*”Sybelle!!” *For all things holy what the HELL was she thinking?! Jesus fucking Christ she could barely keep her balance, what the ever loving hell was she doing jumping off of the damn landing?! He watched her moving down, fighting back the urge to get down there and scoop her up and take her back inside before just holding her, keeping her safe until his heart slowed down. He heard her say something about a strawberry, his voice when he replied was low, and yes, he had been scared and it was there in the gruffness of his voice.*”Fuck the bloody damned strawberry! Jesus Christ woman, please, for the love of all that is holy, come back up here before you get hurt!” *He was almost ready to launch off the end himself, but he didn’t know how stable those tiles are, after all, he had told her that the damned roof was in bad shape and needed repairs. As it was, he was gripping that railing so hard he was warping and cracking that thick wooden balustrade, not even knowing he was doing it. Watching her come up, he almost went over to help her, God help him he wanted to haul her up himself, but he also knew this was something she had to do, to be independent and do things on her own, even if they were fucking insane. She would then place it in his hand, the poor thing was stunted, a bit of a runt… But it was a lot like them, it had all the potential in the world, it just needed that chance. He looked at it there, and with just a soft flex of magic, put it in a glass globe, a terraforming garden so to speak. He set it aside, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her, listened to her. Things just…span out from there. He shook his head when she said he loved Foxxy, that he had to otherwise he wouldn’t enter the agreement with her, or leave Aysil there with her. She was so smart sometimes… and others she was so damned dense. He saw her put her hand over her heart, and he reached out, to grab that slender, delicate little wrist of hers so softly. He would pull her in, close to him, till there was just a few inches of space between them on the generous side. He would run his fingers softly, slowly up her arm, saving the warmth there on her skin, the downy softness of it all. Up and up he would run those fingers of his on a tender caress before they would stop, to rest just under her jaw, his fingers splayed out as they rested on her pulse points in her neck while cradling her head at the same time.*”Sybelle… You don’t remember do you?... You…. Just you…. ONLY you…. Have I Ever Loved… I respect Foxxy, but I don’t love her. We can give each other what we need right now, and it works for us. She is safe, free, and allowed a place away from her past to sort herself out with a little girl to brighten her day. I get a great mother figure for our daughter, a woman who can teach her things I can’t, show her grace and warmth and a sweet demeanor… She will teach her how to live in this world in a way I can’t, how to become a part of it, not just exist on the fringes of it. That’s all we ask of each other, that’s all we need. Please, don’t presume you know what is in my heart Sybelle… Through our lives together, I have known several women, but I have never loved any of them. We have both tried to live and love with other people, and it never works… It doesn’t matter where you go, what you do, what year or era it is…. I’ll always be there, out of your sight, but I’ll never be far… I can’t… “ * He would remove his hand, letting her step back, to head inside the house. He stood out there for a few more minutes alone out there, watching the sky start to pass overhead, full of glittering, winking lights and the dance of planets… What was he doing? Why had he done that? She didn’t need to hear him spouting off sentimental clap trap, to berden her with their past, with the weight of a love that didn’t really count anymore, not for her. What happened to all those noble ideas of his? Hmm? The parts about letting her find a good, wholesome love, with a good man who would make her happy? About letting the past stay behind her like it belonged, to keep her safe and allowed to move about unfettered and unchained? He sighed softly, hanging his head as he ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it at the bace before resting there, on the back of his neck. The cold didn’t bother him, even with only that thin shirt, it was nothing. He had grown up in one of the hottest places of the world, his whole body seemed to run hotter for it, to the point he rarely ever felt the cold. What was he going to do?.... He looked back at that door, his eyes clearly seeing her there in all that lilac colored beauty of her… He wanted her…. It was that simple… Just… that easy.*



(06:16:51 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *He followed in that door a little while after her, closing and locking it against the winds that might crop up with them being so close to the ocean here. He took those steps down to the main floor, catching her standing there before the open hearth, that soft golden light casing the softest shadows over her, like candlelight. She really was beautiful, stunning, and so much sweeter, more wonderful, than he had ever thought she would be. He had not planned, not expected this, not for her to be the way she was. He had loved her before, but help him, he was feeling it again, but different… The whole matrix of it had changed, the dynamic had shifted, it was something he didn’t understand. The only thing he did know, was how badly he wanted to kiss those ruby red lips, to learn her taste as she was now… To dip his hand beneath those innocent skirts and trace the shape of her warm, smooth thigh before cupping her ass in his palm, to grip it in his fingers… He wanted to lift those skirts, to slide them up her little frame, to burry his head between her legs and taste her sexuality, to learn the new flavors there… He wanted to find every little dip and curve that he knew so well, to see if all those spots would still make her squirm, or if she had a whole different set of sweet little secrets for him to root out. He desperately wanted to burry himself in her sweet, silken heat, to drive them both to a place of ecstasy. He wanted to watch her face as he loved her, to see her at last be open to him, completely, without taint or hatred on her heart. He came up behind her then, his footsteps silent on the floor. She would pick up his heat, his smell as he stood at her back, still and silent. He would reach out, to drag those lovely loose curls over her shoulders, to run just the barest tips of his fingers up her exposed back, tracing up her spine before resting to tease at the base of her skull. He wouldn’t say anything, nor do anything more than that, just those gentle, feather light touches for as long as she would tolerate them. He had to… he had to explore her softness, even if it was in a simple measure, even if it was just like this.*

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. she offered him a mildly amused smile when he lifted his hand to her.. reacting to her comments on all this gold he had.. she nodded when he responded vocally.. - . of course.. .. she hadn’t up until then recalled just where he had gotten his money from.. but as he was saying it.. it was as though blank pages in her mind were more or less coming to life.. she was remembering snippets of information she had been told at one point of another..stuff that someone else might find quite meaningless.. but for her.. she wanted and needed it all.. she had jumped down onto that lower section of the house.. teetering there upon the tiled roof when he just about had a pink fit.. as she crouched down to capture the small stunted strawberry plant he called out to her.. speaking quite gruffly .. - .. Oh Calm yourself Grandpa!.Before you have a heart attack and keel over on me. .. she snapped.. blinking at herself a mere moment after the words had escaped her mouth.. she paused.. her brows furrowing before she had straightened herself out and she made her way back up onto that landing- .. Trust me.. .. she placed the small tiny plant down into his palm..before she would release that hold.. he had asked that of her once and she did.. he hoped that maybe.. just maybe he would offer her the same chance.. or he surely wouldn’t survive her .. she was going to scare him quite a bit.. keep him on his toes.. he would learn what it meant to be near her in good time.. just how much that richly coloured hair on his head might well turn several shades of grey.. she had stepped back.. feeling that fluttering there within her chest.. the rhythm all out of wack.. making her reach and rub at the sensation..finding it a little unsettling and something she perhaps wasn’t quite used to yet.. it would be then that he would close the gap suddenly.. gaining a hold upon her wrist.. her lower lip dropped a touch and she took a startled breath.. her gaze lifting those big coloured circlets reaching his own stunning gaze.. lingering .. locking onto them as he spoke.. asking if she remembered..- .. remember?.... her brows furrowed.. confusion there upon her features.. her head tilted a little to the side.. the wind was at her back.. it was forcing those lavender locks forward over her shoulders.. framing her youthful and rather adorably cute features.. that fluttering returned.. though her heart didn’t speed up it slowed down considerably.. a shallow beating there when he said it was only her.. only ever her that he loved.. that she wrong when it came to Foxxy.. that the woman was just a companion so to speak.. someone to be there for Aysil in places where he could not.. someone who he could have that type of agreement with.. that for all intents and purposes.. there would be no actual strings attached.. no stress.. no hurt.. no fear of being ruined or destroyed.. it was an agreement between two parties.. that worked for them.. but when it came to matters of the heart.. it was her.. those slender perfectly pale fingers of hers would curl around his hand.. lightly brushing against the hold he had upon her wrist.. the points of her nails were no longer sharp.. they were rounded.. leaving behind a delicate caress as they dragged.. she averted that gaze when he told her to never presume what was in his heart.. she wasn’t entirely sure what she was feeling in that moment.. all she knew was there was an uncomfortable ache forming.. - .. forgive me for making assumptions.. .. she spoke softly.. he released her hand.. she lingered there a moment longer before excusing herself.. using the coolness of the night as her out.. as her way to step away from the situation.. when he should have known all to well that.. well.. it was rare for an elf to be concerned with the cold of night.. she had made her way back inside.. back down those stairs.. taking her way slowly.. cautiously as her balance was still not one hundred percent.. not yet.. though it was getting better.. she was getting stronger.. perhaps a day or two.. a good rest.. some good food and she by all rights should be practically good as new.. well.. on the outside anyway.. her mind would take a lot longer to repair itself properly.. and a great deal of those connections would simply never repair themselves.. not unless she found herself in the situation where the memory or something triggering it came into play.. she lingered in the doorway of the bedroom.. before she’d go to step back in.. moving toward those drapes she had pulled open earlier.. she drew them back across.. the room growing that little bit darker in response to such a simple action.. she’d move to stand before the open hearth.. the glow of the coals accentuating each and every one of her features..she simply stared down into the bright colouring.. watching as sections of it glowed a little brighter as the wind caressed it.. others deadening.. turning further into ash.. the fingers on her right hand slid across to her left.. rubbing lightly across her wrist.. where he had just held her..she was a ball of tangled emotion really.. unsure of her actions.. unsure on what it was she truly wanted.,. what it was..she was feeling.. and she was trying so hard to understand it all.. trying So so hard to put names to it.. to find something in her psyche to compare it to.. but everything seemed so.. well.. full of holes.. her head remained slightly dipped as she felt the heat from the open fireplace washing across her bared legs.. her arms.. caressing the rounds of her cheeks..it was soft and so pleasant.. so warming.. it made her smile.. it was the simple things that were affecting her the most.. he could have easily lavished her with gold.. with jewels with houses and gifts.. and yet.. here she’d be standing before an open heart with a smile.. standing before a coloured sky feeling completely elated and free.. her head lifted when she felt the temperature change in the room.. his scent.. that thick sandalwood and spice mix floated forward.. her senses soaked it up.. she felt his hands within her hair.. her body responded by lowering her shoulders.. a soft sweet sigh sounded as he began to trace up the length of her spine.. across the bared sections of her back.. teasing at the base of her skull.. her lids tumbled closed.. it was such a gentle caress.. and it felt so heart warming.. it felt right.. she didn’t pull away.. though after a moment.. or two.. she drew a quiet breath- .. you should be resting.. you must be utterly exhausted.. .. she whispered softly.. -

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *He couldn’t help the fact he had gotten worried, jumping over to that rail, checking to see if she was ok. She was still learning her body, the ways it moved and functioned, its ins and outs as it were. The last thing he wanted, the last thing she needed, was to be jumping about higgledy pigged as if she had wings to catch her if she fell. Bloody thing was going to give him a heart attack, and he wasn’t too damn sure he wasn’t at risk already considering how it had been feeling funny for the last hour or so. Then that quip, that smart little whip like reply, all sass… He knew EXACTLY where that had come from, and it made him suddenly laugh, dipping his head there to shake it back and forth. That cheeky little brass tack… Last time she had called him that he had tanned her ass while she howled insults and threats like a petulant child. She had even thrown something of a temper tantrum afterwards, gotten so sulky, so sullen it had been outrageously funny at the time. Now he could just laugh, only shake his head as he sighed softly. It was good really… It let him know she was still there, that she was ok… It was perfect really… Strange as it was, it was exactly how it was meant to be, both sides in harmony and existing without really subjugating one or the other.*”I have to admit, I never thought I would be so happy to be called Grandpa… Though I’m glad it wasn’t old far… that one always rankled me a bit, I have to say… “ *He never did like that one, old fart, it just…made him sound….dirty…and just…yeah… Not something he enjoyed at all. Old coot was ALMOST as bad…. Almost…taking a close second really. Leave it to the elf to level things at his head, when she was old herself, it was just like her to do that. Rather pot calling the kettle really, though he wouldn’t mention that part of it, it would rather be lost on Sybelle and he didn’t want to confuse her. She had come up then, handing him that little strawberry plant, causing him to put it in a glass globe and set it down safely to the side. He did trust her… and it had proven to be a dangerous thing in the past, but it wasn’t something that he was going to reveal. This was not Sydel, this was Sybelle, and she was a different woman. He would trust her, give her the chance, although doing so left him feeling a bit raw and exposed. He had learned not to trust the hard way, and it wasn’t something that was exactly easy to do again, to just….let it be so open. He had pulled her in then, to settle her a bit closer to him, to take in that beautiful scent of hers, letting it strokes his senses just a bit more. He was sad in a way, that look of confusion across her face, that she had forgotten…. It was…. A blessing in a way, that she had forgotten, she wouldn’t be held by the past… But it hurt too, to know that she didn’t remember his love, how long he had spent lavishing it on her. Very bittersweet indeed. Was it so greedy, so wrong, for him to have hoped she might remember it, just a little? To remember all the years spent together, the intense passion they had shared, that lust fueled drive that had taken them to places people would never know…. Perhaps it was…because as much as he had loved her, there was a lot of taint there too, a lot of pain on both parts and she didn’t need to be bogged down by it. He felt her nails lightly graze his skin, causing a chill to skitter up his spine, as if someone ran a charged ice cube up it. Keep eye contact he begged, don’t look down and shock yourself, that’s just a cucumber in my pocket for lunch… IT had been far too long since he released that ache, and even something as simple as touching her, her touching him, instantly got him harder than a diamond rod. Her words, about asking him to forgive her for making assumptions… He hadn’t meant it in a negative way, he just…he wanted her to know that she, and only she, had rested in his heart for centuries. He let her go, to disappear in the house while he remained outside, trying to sort his own feelings out. It really was a tangled mess, quite the net, but he wouldn’t deny it was a sweetly tempting one. He had never expected her to be so tempting, so wonderful, to make him nearly cross eyed with lust. He had usually damn good control over it too, but no one had tempted him like this in…. a very long time. Even Sydel had never hit him like this, struck him so hard, or so deeply with that sweet poignant sting of flat out desire. He had gone in after her in short order, to catch her standing there in front of the low burning fire, bathed in that golden light. He had come up behind her, unable to resist that little guilty pleasure, that stroking of his fingers over her skin there, teasing, caressing, tempting. He didn’t feel her tense up, she didn’t pull away, she seemed to relax into it really. That was good…and downright terrible all at once. It made it so hard for him to pull away when she enjoyed it, even though he seriously needed her to do so if she wanted to keep herself from ending up on her back. He just continued those soft strokes, going just a bit farther down each time, spreading his fingers out softly in the dip of her back, relishing, savoring the heat softened skin. Her words drew him down, his chin resting along her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke, his voice low, smooth, a lovers whisper.*”I am…but the bed is big…and empty… rather lonely… It would be…..such a waste really…to ignore all that extra space… Don’t you think?”*He would run his chin along her neck there, letting that soft stubble tickle and torment that delicate flesh before he would stop just beside her ear, his words causing waves of the most delicious heat to whisper along her skin. He was seducing her and he knew it… And though a part of him felt bad, another part of him needed this a whole lot more than he would need to keep his pride intact. She had the option to refuse him, but to his knowledge, only two women had ever refused him and she was neither of them. She might be the third, but he wouldn’t know until he tried, and really, who could fault him for it? He wouldn’t get her pregnant, he would keep that part of him quite numb, dead, sterile… He could love her senseless, stroke her body and mind until she shattered in a shattering, explosive orgasm, find his own release and fill her to the brim without risk to either one of them. His hand slid up, stroking along her ribs now before gently, teasingly dancing along the outer swell of her breasts, just lightly caressing that sweet curve.*”Forgive me… I can’t really help myself Sybelle… You’re just the most beautiful thing I have ever seen… You don’t have to accept me, if anything, I’m begging you to tell me to stop… I don’t want to hurt you, but I want you so damn bad it burns…”



Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: ..she remained standing there before the slowly dying fire.. watching the coals light up and perish over and over again.. she felt him stepping up to her.. standing close there behind her.. though it was his bodies scent that struck her first.. calming her senses quite quickly.. her head dipped forward when he began those soft gentle caresses.. lightly brushing his fingers up the middle of her bared back.. teasing there at the base of her skin.. down along the curves of her neck…she didn’t pull away.. she didn’t tense up.. if anything she relaxed that little bit more.. it felt graciously good really and she couldn’t possibly deny that.. she shifted a little up onto her toes when those fingers began their wander.. when his chin came down to rest there upon her shoulder.. she heard that whisper…so smooth.. so low.. such a lovers sultry little sound..it caused her to drag the corner of her lip inward.. to nip and chew upon it- .. oh?... she’d respond when he told her the bed was so large.. and just how lonely it would be if he were to climb onto it on his own.. - .. here I thought you’d be more than happy to take the chair again.... her lids tumbled down when she felt his stubble lightly scratching along the curves of her neck.. though the moment his heated breath came in contact with her ear.. oh.. she couldn’t help herself.. a soft barely audible whimper sounded.. as much as she tried to deny it.. as much as she tried to quash it.. to keep it down.. it surfaced all on its own.. just what was he doing? Just what was she doing?..was he seducing her? And was she falling captive for it?.. she felt his fingers sliding around her.. to caress and tickle along the outer edges of her ribs.. to settle just beneath the supple sweet swell of her breasts.. her knees just about buckled then.. he had to know what he was doing to her.. he had to know with the way her body was responding.. it wasn’t lustful.. she wasn’t pressing back against him.. she wasn’t reaching to grab him.. or well.. turning to jump him.. her reactions were that of someone who was being teased.. they were softer.. sweeter.. a touch more innocent.. her hands rose from her slides.. smooth soft fingers found his arms as they were snaked around her.. she slid along from his elbow to his wrist before her fingers would fan out.. holding him there.. holding his own hands beneath the weight of her breasts..she listened as he asked for forgiveness.. as he begged her to tell him to stop.. that he didn’t want to hurt her.. but that he desired her so badly that it burned.. her brows furrowed..her precious heart there within the confines of her chest had sped up considerably.. - ..would you hurt me?... she questioned him softly..curious indeed as to why he felt he would? What made him think he would hurt her and what did he mean by it.. further more and more of her memories were beginning to he spoon fed into her mind.. she knew he was no stranger to her.. and over time she was coming to realise just how much they had been through.. though the finer details of such memories she was not privy to.. not just yet.. they loved and hated one another.. as if.. they Loved to hate one another.. her knees did buckle then.. but she had her hands upon his so she used him as an anchor as she dug her heels into the rug she was standing upon.. so that she wouldn’t topple to the floor..- .. I wont forgive you as I feel such isn’t necessary.. . she righted herself once more.. slowly releasing the hold on his hands.. only to turn.. to face him.. tilting her head upward.. those lids of hers lifting to reveal those vivid coloured orbs.. big.. looking up to him there.. her hands rose.. smooth.. soft reaching to cradle his cheeks- ..the bed.. is large.. it is however yours.. . she nodded a little.. her voice remaining soft.. just a touch above a whisper.. she felt colouring surface there upon her cheeks as she allowed that train of thought to cross her mind.. she did blush there.. something he would have never seen.. ever.. not with her usual pale colouring..she averted her gaze a moment… looking perhaps a touch on the bashful side.. part of her wanted to strip away the layers of lace she wore.. to stand there before him in nothing more than what she woke up in.. to let him love her.. to feel those hands of his upon her warmed skin.. to feel loved under his touch.. but the other part of her was pulling the reigns in a little.. telling her to give it a little more time.. to let her mind heal a bit more.. to let her become a bit more used to the body she had.. to know it.. to learn it.. only then could she properly enjoy it.. she exhaled a soft sweet little sigh..her fingers slowly slid down from his cheeks.. moving along the length of his jawline before they would trace down the curves of his neck- ..but if you permit me.. id like to share it with you.. .. her gaze lifted.. to look to him.. curious indeed as to his response on that- .. to sleep.. for the night.. you are exhausted.. I am a tangled mess of goodness knows what.. I think a good long nights rest would do us both the world of good.. might well give me the chance to make a few more connections in my memories.. so I can rib you a bit more on the things you have done .. .. it was a sad attempt at humour really.. but she wasn’t really trying that hard.. her hands slid down the rounds of his shoulders.. down the lengths of his arms before she took his hands in hers.



(08:51:25 )

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: . if he allowed it.. her fingers would soon intertwine and give a light squeeze.. they stood there for a time.. just looking to one another.. the silence embracing them as a pair.. and it was more than fine.. there were no words for that moment.. there was nothing that could be said that would make the situation better..- .. You are.. .. she paused a moment..feeling that colouring creeping across her cheeks once more- ..breathtakingly handsome.. and its so much more than what I see on the outside.. I don’t know why I know this.. and I don’t quite understand how I know it.. but I feel it.. I feel that you are a good person.. .. she swallowed.. drawing her lower lip inward once more.. looking up to him with those doe like eyes.. - .. if you would.. permit me.. . she’d whisper.. hesitating a moment.. before she would lift back up onto the tips of her toes.. she’d closed the gap then.. her petite little frame was pressed against his.. though it wasn’t a sexual thing.. it wasn’t overtly sensual either.. it was.. softly affectionate.. before if he allowed her.. she would press her lips to his.. hers were supremely soft and supple.. plump and sweet tasting.. he’d be able to drink from that action the wine they had taken in earlier.. the fruit she had eaten.. but there was something else too.. whilst she usually tasted of coppery blood.. now it was more akin to a candied granny smith apple.. sweet with that addictive tang that made you just want all the more from it.. the kiss deepened just a touch.. just enough for their lips to part and their tongues to be shared.. to dip into his mouth.. and for his to slide into hers.. he’d be able to feel her frame as a whole trembling in his arms.. before she allowed the kiss to break.. her breath hitching a mere moment after wards.. before she would lower back down from her toes.. she felt as though her cheeks were burning then.. how sweet was that.. how much did she want that to continue.. Oh so very much.. she murmured softly.. releasing his hands as she crossed the room back to the bed there.. - .. Come.. . she pulled back the bedding.. the thick luxurious comforter.. giving the pillows a bit of a push..- .. ill sort out your neck if you like.. you’l rest a lot easier if it’s not so knotted and aching.. .. she would crawl up onto the bed.. pressing her knees down into the mattress as she drew open the draw there beside the bed.. hoping there would be a bottle of oil perhaps to use? If not she would use what little magical energy she had left to materialise one into this plane-

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

: *He honestly wasn’t even sure what he was doing right now only knew what this was something he felt the strongest urge to do, that it called to him and he simply had to answer. Deep down he knew that it was lust, pure and simple in some part, just nature in action. The other part though, the one that was a little less simple and a little more complicated, knew he was doing it because of how she was. She was sweet and warm, she smelled amazing, she made him laugh… This was a person he had caught glimpses of, but never fully saw, never realized just what a treasure she would be when allowed to come out completely. She was going to run him through the ringer he just knew it, could feel in deep in his bones. She was too tempting a bit of baggage, and not even in just the sexual way, though God knew that was there. From the sweet color of her hair to those beautiful tattoos on her back, down to those sweet little toes of hers she was just lovely, beautiful, mind boggling really… But inside too, that was something he had never expected. She had so much life, the way she was just happy in the smallest little things, the way she had no fear as she launched off the landing onto the roof to get him that little strawberry plant… She… made him want to see things in a different view, to forego and forget just how tiring life was, how taxing it was on the mind and body… To see it for the joy it could be, the laughter that could be found in it, and like the strawberry, those precious little moments that one could so easily pass up and miss because they weren’t looking close enough… And why was it now, that he was suddenly coming to realize this, when it was so late in the game he might never win? It… was a bit of an interesting pill to swallow really, not exactly a bad thing, but certainly a new way to look at it. Did he know though, what he was doing to her, putting her through? Oh please, he was a male whore, the best one in history and he had the damned tattoo’s to prove it! He had dedicated entire centuries to perfecting the art of seduction, lust, sex, and satisfaction. He could torment you to an orgasm as fast as their bodies could possibly handle it, of he could draw it out, keeping you on the edge for days until letting you fall into an orgasm so sweet it would last for hours. After all, it was just a matter of touches and words, of little acts with different tools, different textile instruments. So…yes… he knew EXACTLY what he was doing, though at the same time he wasn’t pushing it either, he wasn’t forcing her into anything. Just light, soft touches, well placed caresses and that was all. She had more than enough right, enough freedom, to pull away whenever she wanted to and he wouldn’t stop her if she did. He just…had to touch her. At her bit about the chair, he couldn’t resist the low, husky chuckle that passed his lips.*”Ah… Is that so?... Now I wonder, why would I take that….very uncomfortable chair when I could say, share that big, soft bed with you?... There’s more than enough room on it for two, and I promise I won’t do anything to you, unless of course, you ask me to… “ *That was all true enough too, he would respect her choices, take it at her pace and only do what she requested of him. After all, he was taking liberties right now as it was, though she only had to say stop, and he would step back and give her all the space she needed. The feeling of those sweet little fingers of hers, those satin soft hands dancing up along his arms as he held her there, oh it was so sweetly tempting indeed. He had asked her to tell him to stop, to keep him from hurting her, and her question was so innocent that it nearly hurt to hear it. He nuzzled in closer to her neck, pressing soft, whisper like kisses along her neck as he spoke.*” I’m afraid I would, which is enough for me to say it’s a probability, and one I would rather forego. I want you to be happy, to live a wonderful and amazing life, to find a good man to love and marry and settle down with if that is what you want most… I’ve changed a lot over the years Sybelle, as stupid as it sounds I grew up, I have my priorities down as it were… I would love nothing more than to give you all that, but at the same time I can’t ask you to give it to me either, not after the life we’ve lived together for so many years… I have no right to ask, none at all. This life is yours Sybelle, to decide as you want to, with little to no interference from me. I will help you if it’s a tough spot, I won’t let anyone break you ever again, of this you can be utterly certain… But I won’t stop you from having a full, rich, wonderful life, even when it does not include me in it.”*He listened, her words made him smile, that refusal to forgive him and how the bed was his. She turned around in his arms, to press her hands to his cheeks now, to press and rub against that soft blond stubble, the hard lines of his jaw ,the thick column of his neck. She looked so sweet there, that blush on her cheeks was priceless, one he would never forget. He could see the… not hesitation but, the uncertainty, perhaps that shyness there… He knew to take a step back as it were, knew what her decision was though she had said nothing, nor would she need to. He would press his lips against the delicate shell of her ear, just softly, knowing it always pleased her, gave her a bit of a jolt in a delicious sort of way. It wasn’t seduction now though, no, this was just sweetness, a touch of love and compassion from him.*”That sounds perfect love… You’re right that both of us need a bit of a regroup, I need to sleep desperately, and you need to get a bit more stability inside you. As for the ribbing, my dear, you don’t need memories to do that, trust me, I am sure I will give you more than enough ammo to start your own little arsenal to use against me…” *The worst part about it, was that it was entirely true. When left to his own devices, allowed to just relax and be himself, he was something of a goofball. She would find more than enough reasons all on her own to tease him he was sure, and he had no doubt his poor back end would be utterly peppered with every shot she took, all of them landing because they were true.*



(16:57:11 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

: *It was such an odd thing, to see her so affectionate, and he was honest enough to admit that he loved it. She was just… he would have to relearn her all over again, this sweet, lovely little elfling he had the pleasure of knowing. Her hands were so small compared to his that he couldn’t help that laugh that came forth, soft and gentle. He linked his fingers with hers easily, pulled them in, returned that gentle caress and squeeze of hers. He listened, took in what she said, the way she declared he was handsome and good, something that most people would have told her was downright asinine. Well, perhaps not the handsome part, but the good one most definitely. Anyone that had known him during his darker years, knew what he had done, even in the smallest measure would have told here there was no possible way he had a sliver of goodness in him. Still… It was damn nice for a change, to be taken as he was, and not for how he had once been. He nodded his head softly, asking permission for what he knew not, only bent down a touch so she wouldn’t have to reach up so far. She had kissed him then, took the lead, pressed those sweet, marshmallow soft lips against his own and he groaned deep in the back of his throat. His tongue sweetly, gently flicked over her bottom lip before sliding into her mouth, to taste her and dance with her own tongue. She tasted like temptation itself… The wine, the fruit and that subtle sharpness of cheese, and something else, something unexpected that nearly made his knees buckle for the first time in his life. She tasted like candied apples, his favorite ones too, that tart crisp granny smith kind covered with that soft, decadent sweetness only caramel can lay claim to. His hands, his arms, drew her in so close, so tight against his hard muscled body, his arousal far too apparent against her little frame, pressed there against her sweet little belly. He lifted her up against him then, his arm looping under her ass, carrying her yet holding her tightly against himself as he kissed her back with more than a little enthusiasm and an ass ton of skill. He tasted like exotic things, of dates that were deceptively sweet and sometimes tart, of a rich heady wine that had nothing to do what they had been drinking, and spices that were as exotic as the land he had come from. It was a mix of sweet and spicy, a decadent sort of heat that was addictive yet strange all at once. He felt her start to break the kiss, a little groan of disappointment as he slowly lowered her down, letting her take that step back from him. God in heaven, that had been the sweetest thing he had ever known, his head felt like it was off about 90 degrees and he didn’t even know if it was correctable. He nodded his head softly, watching her move the bedding and such around for him to lay down in it. He walked over to the armory not far from there and opened the top drawer, pulling out a pair of silk pajama pants in a black so dark it looked like a ravens wing. He slid out of his top, tossing it over he didn’t care where, his hands at his pants easily undid the buttons and zip fly, letting them fall about his ankles with their own weight easily, revealing a set of skin tight boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination as to how he looked without them. Another second or two and he was stepping into his pj bottoms and pulling them up his legs, tying off the drawstring top so they rested low on his hips, revealing the golden treasure line that lead to a place beneath the dip of those pants. A bit more scrounging had him finding something for her as well. It was a deep, rich apricot gold color with lace detailing about the breasts and straps. It was full length and made of the softest silk with a high sweet sheen to it. He would lay it out for her on the bed, so she could sleep in something comfortable and protect her modesty as well. Normally he slept naked as his name day, but things were a touch different now, and he would respect her choices. As she opened that drawer there was indeed a bottle of oil, one he used from time to time when he had a particularly stubborn ache that wouldn’t seem to quit. It smelled quite strongly of herbs, healing things that did well to sink deep into the skin and target all those muscles beneath, heating them up, making them relax. He laid out on the bed, face down, arms crossed under his head, ever honey colored inch of his back on show.*”I have to say thank you for this ahead of time, I might fall asleep before I get a chance to otherwise, it’s been….. centuries since I had a massage honestly… So… Thank you Sybelle, for being such a sweetheart, I appreciate it… The nightgowns for you by the way, it will fit you perfectly since I had it made for you years ago, it was just never worn. I have several things here like it that should work for you, if you are of a mind. That being said… a little of that oil goes a long way, and your hands will probably get a bit hot using it since it’s mean to relax the muscles a bit… I think….that should do it… Oh and if I snore, feel free to kick me… you and I haven’t shared a bed in many years and I can’t recall if I do or not… “

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: . that kiss was perfection really.. and she fell right into it.. the taste of him as his tongue dipped into her mouth just flatlined her senses.. the spices and wine.. all of it.. she found herself just wanting that little bit more.. and then beyond that.. a little bit more.. the tip of her tongue curled and lifted to slide along the roof of his mouth as she felt him lifting her up.. sliding his arm down to nestle there beneath the curves of her ass.. her petite frame pressed flush against his.. and to say that she noticed that arousal was.. well quite an under statement.. how could one honestly not notice? That hardness.. that rigid feeling against the softness of her stomach.. brushing against the lace and satin.. a whimper sounded.. she couldn’t possibly hold it back.. she felt his enthusiasm.. she felt his drive as he held her.. her own arms having lifted to reached out.. to stretch and curl behind his head.. fingers fanning out to slide into those thick rather luscious locks of his.. to cradle there against the back of his skull.. the kiss inevitably came to a close as she started to allow it to break.. her breath released shattered against his lips as he slowly lowered her down.. oh she just wanted to buckle.. that was incredible.. and there it was again.. that soft fluttering in her chest that was becoming.. well a bit of a bother.. she lightly rubbed her lips together as she parted from him to move toward that bed.. to pull back those covers.. her knees pressing into the mattress as she managed to gather out the small bottle of oil.. her attention lifted as he moved toward his drawers.. peeling away that singlet top.. tossing it aside.. giving her full view of his broad shoulders.. his muscular back.. she caught herself capturing that plump lower lip of hers.. watching him as he began to pull down those slacks of his.. Oh good goddess those shorts.. they were so tight..a soft whine managed to be summoned all on its own.. before she knew full well she had been all but staring and she averted that gaze.. looking down to the bottle her fingers had all but crushed.. she released the strangle hold.. lifting it a little to take in its scent once its stopper was removed.. only glancing up to him when he approached once more.. laying down that soft silken night gown for her.. her head tilted.. reaching across for it.. to slide the tips of those fingers down the length of it.. drinking in its texture.. its softness..- .. thank you.... she spoke softly.. a colouring present once more on those cheeks of hers before she would slip down off the side of the bedding.. allowing him to settle back upon it.. she placed the small bottle upon the side table as she gathered up that night gown.. letting it lay across the chair there.. with the dim lighting and those coals almost completely dying out he would not be privy to all of her.. more so shapes.. outlines.. a perfect silhouette..her back was to him when he spoke.. when he gave her his thanks as he knew he was going to fall asleep on her..- .. you falling asleep is all the thanks I need.. means you are relaxed enough.. .. her arms reached around behind her.. delicate fingers would unclasp the tiny little hook and eyes at her waistline.. the fabric released her.. she slowly peeled it down over the small rounds of her shoulders.. drawing it down her frame as she bent just a touch at the waist.. not allowing the softness of the lace grace the floor.. before she would right herself and let it rest over the back of the chair- .. why have you gone so long without a massage?.... she was indeed curious.. knowing full well he had the coin to pay for one.. and with the looks he had he’d never be in short supply of volunteers- ..they do a body good really.. though I guess.... her brows furrowed as she reached for that night gown- ..it does require an element of trust.. allowing yourself to relax.. to be a little vulnerable in that short time period.. perhaps that’s why.. .. there was no straps there upon her back to remove.. the dress wouldn’t allow the wearer to use a bra..so the flat soft planes of her back were completely bare.. though down low on her hips were those black and white pantines.. not tiny.. not small.. they were more like a tiny pair of shorts.. lined upon their hemlines with lace and circular patterns.. the sides were string with black ribbon..the designs upon her back were also on display.. those two birds in flight.. though such a sight would be gone in an instant as she slipped that gown over her head.. letting it tumble down into place..- .. Ah.. perfect fit.. .. she smiled.. brushing her hands down the front of her.. over the delicate feminine round of her stomach.. it was perfect really though if he had given it to Sydel it would have been a little big.. she filled out a little more than her darker half.. her body was supple in its curves.. yet remained petite in its stature- .. I wont kick you.. of course.. .. she laughed softly.. giving a shake of her head.. she turned then to face him to reach for that bottle.. crawling back up onto that bed.. she guided him more toward the middle of the mattress.. looking to his back then.. to the rounds. .the curves.. the nightgown was long and slid down well past her knees.. and under normal circumstances would have been just perfect for laying there beside him.. but for this little action it needed to be shorter.. she wriggled a little.. shifting her weight from her right knee to her left as she hiked it up.. holding it there against her mid upper thigh before she would part her legs a little.. and she’d straddle his back.. settling her weight down upon his ass.. she dipped a few drops of the oil into her palm.. reaching across him.. brushing the softness of that silk.. the roundness of her breasts against his upper back and shoulders.. placing the bottle upon the table before she would straighten out once more.. - .



(18:21:15 )

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: >.. when I rest its rare for me to hear anything at all.. so don’t stress.. .. she rubbed her hands together.. feeling that warmth from the mixture of herbs and oil.. the heat was rising considerably but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.. she began by pressing down against his lower back.. applying a little pressure.. before sliding up the length.. not over his spine.. sticking to his sides.. reaching his shoulders.. her own body stretched out.. he’d feel the tickle of that satiny soft fabric.. she began rubbing into his shoulders.. into the curves of his neck.. pressing in just beneath those shoulder blades.. she could feel the tension there.. the knots.. the muscles slowly gradually yielding beneath her touch.. she was gentle and soft when she needed to be.. she applied a greater amount of pressure when it was required.. she’d curl those fingers of hers inward.. pressing down with her knuckles.. lightly running her fingers down each of his sides.. her nails scratching just against the surface of the skin.. before she would lean forward once again.. reaching his shoulders.. rubbing.. massaging in.. keeping that fine line between tenderness and being just rough enough to actually aid him.. to help with his strain.. to help with his stresses.. she would stretch her own arms out then- .. may I?.... she’d question before almost completely laying across his back as she slid her arms along the length of his.. she’d capture his wrists and she’d bring them back down against his sides.. sliding back into that seated position.. there perched upon his ass as she began to massage his upper arms.. around near his elbows.. lightly rubbing his wrist.. a caress upon his fingers.. before she would return to his back.. there wouldn’t be a single inch that she hadn’t touched in some way.. she would end it slowly by just barely running the rips of her fingers down his back.. a delicate gentle tickle.. - .. sweet dreams.. .. she’d whisper.. before she would slowly draw her body down from his back-

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *She was too addictive, he knew that right off the bat, as soon as she kissed him that he was so utterly fucked. She was sweet and tart in the most innocent, maddeningly sexy way. Like seeing a woman in white lace lingerie, there was just such an air of purity, of sweetness, but a hard hit of downright sexiness that it tears right into the senses like a knife through so much tissue paper. He wanted to resist, he really did, but she was such a tempting little package he was already up the creek without a paddle as it were. The fact that she just tasted like she did, made it that much worse, that much harder. He couldn’t help himself, dragging her against, lifting her and holding her there as he allowed himself more than a bit of drunken pleasure at that kiss. Her hands in his hair just about made him buckle, made him want to rip that pretty little dress to damned shreds just so he could get at her skin, to return the favor. He would have adored just dropping her on that bed, seducing her to the point she would have thought that it was all her idea, that he was just giving her what she wanted. Of course, that was a little bit of a bastard way to go about it really, to use seduction to fool her into giving him what he was craving. It was something he had done so many times before in his life, it was so second nature to him, as easy as breathing. He wouldn’t do it to her though, as much as he might want to, it was something that just didn’t work out for him right now. She might want him, and that was fucking amazing, but that didn’t mean he had to act on it. He wanted her happy, and that didn’t mean it would be with him, and if he went and started to bed her on the regular she would never leave to look for any sort of joy anywhere else. That just wasn’t part of the plan, and because of that, he would at least TRY to be decent… It was why, when she started to end that kiss, that he had let her go even though it was definitely not what he wanted to do. It was a whole lot harder to do than he would have ever admitted to, that was for sure. He was having one hell of a time trying to keep his lust to himself, that kiss had made him so damn hard he was sure he could have cracked blood diamonds with his cock, to the point that it hurt, it actually fucking hurt. He had shed off his clothes, leaving him in his boxer briefs, showing off the long strong legs of his, the firm rounded ass, the dimples on his lower back… He was indeed fit, and he actually did keep a really active lifestyle for all people thought he just looked good lounging about like a bump on a log. He swam a lot more than people might realize, diving into the worst of the oceans surf, pushing himself hard against it so that he kept those fantastically clean lines of his. He didn’t know she was staring though, after all, Sydel was so used to his body that it was just…common place to her really. Sure, there was lust there, but nothing like what Sybelle was probably going through. He got dressed with practiced ease though, running his hands through his slightly mussed up hair before moving over to the bed, to leave her with that nightgown. He heard her thanks, shaking his head with a soft laugh, laying down there on the bed.*”For what?... It’s yours after all, you don’t need to thank me for bringing you your nightgown love.” *He paused when she asked why it had gone so long, why he didn’t allow people to really…touch him. He was… odd like that. He honestly didn’t like people touching him, and nine out of ten times when someone did it without his permission, without him knowing them, they typically ended up losing the offending limb. Sure, it might have been different when it was a service he paid for, just like paying a whore for a few hours of her body. It was just…not his style. He actually never went to whore houses, he had seen enough of the insides of them growing up that they held no pleasure for him, no release. He typically found a widow or a married woman, rarely a virgin, and went about it that way when he absolutely HAD to. Truth of the matter was that he just…wasn’t all that sexually active, and hadn’t been for…. A long time. The only two women he had slept with was Sydel and Athena, and he could sadly count on one hand the amount of times he had had them both in the last century. God help him, he was a fucking monk, a whore who had been damn near celibate, what a sad laugh that was! To tell her the why though?... Sydel knew, though he doubted she remembered him telling her, the reasons for his little quirks every now and then.*”It’s…more like I just…don’t like people touching me… I used to get whipped when I was a child, I didn’t like what they made me do at the whorehouse where I grew up, I didn’t like allowing strangers to touch me or use me. After a while I got so bad I used to just go into these violent rages when someone tried to touch me without my permission. That….doesn’t go over so well when your there to let people use your body for pleasure… If I was an uglier child, they probably would have killed me for half the shit I destroyed. It….got better as I got older, I learned how to split myself into different people… It’s…part of why I have two different halves of myself… Split to survive you know? I still can’t stand strangers touching me, I’ll be honest, it’s why I haven’t had one in so long. I’ve known you a long, long time though Sybelle, so I think I can let you do this… “ *He had been resting his head on his arms as he talked, and he had chosen then damn wrong time to turn around and look at her, to gauge her reaction to what he had said. She was stripping down and she had the fucking sauciest little knickers he had ever seen in his life… He just wanted to take those ribbons between his teeth and pull them loose, one by one until they fell off her lovely little frame. He growled deeply in the back of his throat, just a little bestial sound of pure appreciation for what he was seeing.*”Those bloody underwear should be illegal… Jesus Christ that’s more temptation than I think a piece of fabric should be allowed to have….” *She was dressed soon after though, thank the heavens or he would have probably gotten right out of that damned bed and pounced no matter what he thought before. She looked so pretty in that nightgown though, he had to admit… Ok…Pretty was a watered down word, but he wouldn’t allow himself to think the others. The way it clung to her like a second skin in all the right places, flowing in others to keep the mind guessing in delicious tormented curiosity… Too damn tempting. It looked a damn site better on her than it would have Sydel, that certainly went without question.*



(19:28:51 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

: *He grinned when she said he wouldn’t kick him, raising his head off his arms, shooting her a wink.*”I don’t know love, it might be the only way you can get me to stop sawing logs as it was. Besides, I doubt that pretty little foot of you could do more than maybe tickle me a bit.”*She straddled his ass then, and that poor mattress got a good hard stab of his cock as it bucked in his shorts, his legs tensing, jumping there before he forced his body to settle down. She started to rub him down then, to press those lovely tits of hers into his back and he couldn’t help the low, pained groan that passed his lips as he clamped his teeth against each other enough to make his jaw twitch. Fucking what the shit man… Just…what the ever loving fuck was he supposed to do?! It was hell… It was pure and utter hell! Her hands combined with that potent oil felt like heaven on his abused body, more years than he would admit to of stress and tension held there, deep beneath the skin like old scars. At the same time though, each time she moved, she rocked those gorgeous fucking hips of hers across his ass, and he felt every damn movement of them too. It certainly made his mind go to places better left unmentioned! When she applied firmer pressure, she would hear his bones cracking, popping, settling back into place. He suddenly went completely relaxed under her with that, a low, heavy moan passing his lips as he nearly drooled from how good it felt.*”Fuuuuuucking shit what was that?….. Oh god Sybelle, don’t stop, that’s just heaven right there…. Sweet baby jesus…” *She was going to knock him right out there with that, the lust was shifting, melting, being overtaken by the sheer pleasure of her touches, the way she released every pent up knot, settled the bones back into place after having been out for several weeks now. When she asked him to move his arms down, he went willingly, letting her move him however the hell she wanted to, a rare privilege he had never given anyone before. She could have cut his head off and he wouldn’t have been able to summon up a single ounce of regret, he just felt that good, that relaxed. She started to move down his arms then and he, god help him, he just started to moan. All of it felt too damn good, he couldn’t help himself, just groaning so primal from the sheer pleasure of it all. His muscles jumped, flexed, danced beneath her fingers before settling down into placid, soft lines. Oh he was passing out, so much so that the little tickle she gave him didn’t even really register. He rolled onto his side as she got off of him, dragging her against his body, his arms wrapping about her as he pressed his lips over hers in a soft, tender kiss, his lips sweet against her own as he simply kissed her for the pleasure of feeling her lips beneath his. He had never been gentle with anyone before, but with her he handled her like she was made of the finest spun silk, cobwebs made of the most delicate spun pastel moonbeams. His hands slowly ran up and down her back, loose, sweet circles back and forth as he tried to fight back the sleep that was winning out. He broke the kiss after several minutes there, little starts and stops to it before he ended it at last. He ran his fingers through her hair then before settling her down against his chest, keeping one arm around her as he peppered the top of her head with gentle little kisses as he drifted off, dead to the world.*



ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *Oh he had slept like the dead, probably the best night’s sleep he had ever had if he was going to be honest about it, deep and dreamless as he held Sybelle close. When he had woken, it was still quite dark out, an hour or two before predawn really. He had slept so well, so deeply, that he didn’t need any more than that. What he did do, was slip out of that bed, not stirring a single hair on that beautiful little head of hers as he did so. He had an idea, a sort of plan that had come to him as he was drifting off, something to do for her. She was…virtually a newborn in a way, she had lost so much time being locked up that everything was brand new to her. She just took the most amazing joy from the smallest things, something as simple as the sunset, the embers of a fire just made her the happiest little thing he had ever seen before. It was infectious really, almost addictive, to the point that he wanted to bring that out as much as he could. Because of that desire, he had planned a day for them, that little idea had taken root and spread it’s leaves about till it was fully flushed and blooming inside his head. He went outside, down to the pier really, and began to look over something of his he had moored there, but hadn’t had the chance to use just as of yet. Everything was in order though, and with a little nudge, a little guilty tampering, he ensured the day was going to be utterly gorgeous. No storms, no overtly strong winds, no dark clouds to mar the sky… It would be perfect. While he was there, he made his way through town, buying this and that, all doors open to him no matter the hour. Yes, gold was something that could be embarrassing, yes, it was even tacky sometimes… But at the same time it certainly had it’s myriad of uses, little benefits that made the world a little bit nicer to live in, just that much smoother. He spent about an hour out there really, the sun was still below the horizon for a bit longer, loaded down with boxes and boxes of stuff. He got home, settled everything down on the couches and chairs, the tables and counters… He pulled out the whicker hamper, loving the little thing really, it was such a neat little feat of ingenuity. Plates, cups, silverware, napkins, it all sat there in the lid of that basket. He began to set the food up then, nothing too heavy or rich, after all they would be out in a place where such things could be entirely detrimental. A large submarine sandwich went in first, along with some potato crisps and dill pickles. After that, several different kinds of fruit, all delicious, all in season somewhere in the world as the port here was quite popular and often used. There was a nice healthy wedge of cheese there as well, along with a few rolls of bread to nibble on. After that, he packed a little box full of sweet things, chocolates, cupcakes, truffles, lemon break, poppy seed bread, things of that sort. Just sweet little finger foods to tempt her. A little jar of cider was last, in case she wasn’t in the mood for wine or it wasn’t a kind she enjoyed. The pack was done, ready to go, prepped and perfect. He slid it all into the icebox so that everything remained perfectly chilled there. Everything that didn’t go into that pack, was put away as well, a typical grocery run right there honestly. Then he had the gifts for her, small, sweet little things for her trip out with him. It took a little magic, a flex here and there before it was perfect, but it was entirely worth it when he thought of just how cute she would look in it. He had something a little similar himself honestly, and he knew that they would cut one hell of a figure together. He bundled up her pretty little outfit in a sweet little white box, tied off with a pretty little pink satin bow there, with a single pink carnation under the tie there. He then set up breakfast down here at the table, candles lit, a fire in the hearth, tea on the stove, and a bouquet of fresh flowers in a little vase. He then carried his little gift box up stairs, setting it down on the table by the bed before he would strip down and change into those same silk pajamas, as if he had never left. He slipped beneath those blankets with her then, coming up to curls behind her, his lips dancing down the exposed part of her neck in the softly little kiss she had ever known. His hands would slide through her hair, brushing it off, away from her face before he would let them dance down her cheek, her neck, to run slow sweet circles along her back. His voice was low, more of a purr than anything else, rather like a big cat as he called her name softly.*”Sybelle… My little blue and green eyed beauty…. Come wake up with me…”*He would continue to rub her down, planting those teasing, sweet, almost ticklish kisses along her neck and shoulder. He would slowly bring her to wakefulness if that was what she preferred, and when she was awake, he would guide her to turn over so she could face him. If she did, he would then run just the barest tips of his fingertips along her cheeks, from nose to ear, stroking from the center and back, to slide into that lovely lilac colored hair. He would move in, pressing his lips softly against hers, savoring that dreamy caramel apple taste of hers. He would pull back just slightly then, his finger running down the bridge of her nose, down over her lips softly, her chin and farther down the column of her throat.*”Normally I would love nothing more than to let you sleep sweetheart, but if we wait much longer, we’re going to miss the event… Do you think you’re up for a little bit of an adventure with me?”*He smiled brightly for her, those blue eyes sparking as he watched her, waited for her response. He knew somehow, that there was no way she would pass up on what he was offering, she was too curious to not want to go. If she replied in the affirmative, he would slide out of that bed there, resting upright with his knees on the edge of the bed, and a wicked smile on his lips as he looked down at her. He would reach down then, taking a hold of those delightfully petit little ankles of hers, and slowly drag her down to the end of the bed, caressing each little inch of her skin that he got to, tickling behind her knees lightly before she was half way down the bed. He would lean in then, suddenly pouncing over her, his hands on either side of her head as he would lean in slowly, building the moment before he would capture her lips in a sweet, teasingly little kiss. He would pull back just a bit, and before she could do anything about it, scoop her up in his arms and hold her against his chest. He was laughing softly, looking down at her there, that teasing smile still on his face.*”Arrrrg, I found me booty!”*He lisped, much as a pirate would before he would carry her into the kitchen.*



(17:22:28 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *He rounded the corner, and opened up the little scene he had set up before we went upstairs to wake her up. The little round table had the most adorable little pink and white checkered cloth atop it, the vase in the middle of it held a rainbow bouquet arrangement. There was literally every color there, and the roses he had picked, specially for her, were not just one, or two colors, but all of them, all shades of every jewel like color to the softest pastels there. Daisies, carnations, lilies, baby’s breath, the roses, lupines, fox paws, and others as well if one cared to look. There were a dozen little votive candles spread out on the table and along the counters and lintels along the wall so the room was bathed in that soft, warm light, almost creamy versus too bright or glaring. It was just…perfect. He pulled out a chair with the hook of his foot before he settled her down into its soft seat, letting her adjust while he moved around that kitchen, the light falling on his bare upper body to draw out every clean, curved line of his muscular upper body. There on the table was a blue and white chintz tea set, the deep sapphire blue set off with a bit of subtle gold flake about the top of each cup. He had dropped a something a bit off into the pot, it looked like a little ball into the matching pot before pouring in the hot water he had boiling over the fire, and as soon as the water hit the pot, the softest smell of jasmine along with chamomile, lemon glass, and mint wafted up on the air. He smiled at her, knowing she would be wondering what was in the pot, and how it was entirely unusual.*”We call them Phoenix Pearls… They’re made from two mature tea leafs wrapped around a delicate grouping of the very young leaves, mixed in with the other elements, depending on the kind of tea you like. I hope this one will suit you? It’s not too heavy, so I thought you might enjoy it for breakfast, but if you want something a bit stronger, just let me know, it’s no trouble. I hope you’ll forgive me, but I prefer coffee over tea in the morning, so I won’t be sharing the pot with you…”*He lifted her cup towards him then, set the little silver strainer into the rim of it, and poured her tea for it, the color of it was just the most amazing sort of golden orange, almost the same color of her nightgown really, and the smell was heavenly. He would turn the handle of it there in it’s saucer, and side it back to her with a smile on his lips. He then poured himself some of the coffee he had perking away merrily on the stove. He then started to make their breakfast, most of it already done when he came in, now it was just a matter of setting it up together. There were halved baby red potatoes that had been cooked up in savory black truffle oil with sage and rosemary, a sprinkling of pink sea salt to taste over them along with some fresh diced chives and dill. Those were placed over a fresh bed of baby spinach tossed in a light oil and vinegar dressing that had been steeped in lemon and more dill, almost lightly salted. Atop of that he had placed two thin strips of smoked salmon, fresh and delicious, perfectly smoked to bring out all the amazing flavors of that fish. A few slices of almost paper thin cucumber were placed over that, before the whole thing was topped off with a poached egg, perfectly cooked like everything else. It was a beautiful breakfast, healthy and light, with plenty of protein to hold her over while they had their little play date together. He smiled as he brought her plate to the table, setting it down before her, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head before he moved over to his side with his own plate to tuck in. Hers was just the perfect size for her, though his was much larger, he would need a lot more fuel than she would today after all. Plus, he was one of those weird people that were just starving at breakfast. He lifted his cup to her in a toast then, a bright smile on his face as he winked at her there.*”To Sybelle, the most gorgeous lavender elf I’ve ever seen, may her lovely pastel glory light the world for the rest of her days.”*He would give her another cheeky wink before he took a drink of his coffee, beginning to tuck into his breakfast himself, enjoying all the flavors there. He would let a happy, companionable silence stretch between them before he would speak, half way though his breakfast before he talked.*”When you’re done love, I would like it if you popped into the room and opened your present and got dressed for me. We should be out of here in the next half hour or so if we want to catch the right time. It’s just a short walk to get there, but I promise, you’re going to love it. Think you can manage all that for me? If you aren’t feeling up to it today, you can just let me know and we’ll put it off for another day, everything for as long as you like, is just for you honey.”



Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. she had fallen into that blissful state of uninterrupted sleep mere moments after her head had struck the soft plush pillows.. his bodies heat.. the softness of the cotton sheets.. the thick duck down quilt just made the most perfect combination..she didn’t dream so much as she.. processed information.. and broken information at that.. her mind in that snippet of time was akin to an old black and white movie with no sound.. the images seemed to flicker in and out of focus.. fading to black .. before they would begin once more… just dots of things she had done.. people she had seen and actions made.. though she was trying quite hard to hold onto those.. to grasp the visions.. unfortunately though it was like grabbing a shadow.. a hologram.. whilst they seemed real.. when you reached for them your fingers just passed right through..so she was in essence ..as if she were within a cinema.. just watching.. yet her level of understanding was quite small..it wasn’t as though it were unpleasant though.. far from it.. it was just.. a little odd.. a touch different.. she didn’t stir even once when he drew out of that bedding.. she had no idea he had even left.. though she would begin to do so when he returned.. when those soft heated lips of his began to trace down over the curves of her shoulders..the sides of her neck.. brushing his fingers through those softly curled lavender locks.. a sweet contented sigh sounded in response to his words.. she could hear him calling her.. she could hear his complimenting words.. it made her lips curl a little.. it made a small delicate smile appear.. a giggle wound sound though as his kisses began to tickle her.. to make her wriggle in his arms…before he would easily guide her over..to face him.. her chin would tilt upward just a touch.. a blink.. and then another would have those long dark lashes lifting to reveal the emerald green and such vivid blue of her eyes.. sleep still ever present upon her youthful features.. she curled in that little bit closer.. a murmur sounding.. she’d screw up her face just a little when he tickled along her nose.. her cheeks with his fingers.. it was such a delightful little tease really.. and it made her smile in her semi woken state..she didn’t react at first when his lips caressed there against hers.. realisation not striking her as quickly as it would if she were indeed awake.. though in a moment.. perhaps the length of a blink she would respond.. she would return it with an elegant fragility ..before he would draw back from her once more.. her head would tilt back in response to that fingers touch.. her lips parting as they crossed them before she would almost purr in acknowledgement of it tickling down the column of her throat..- .. mm?.... she’d question in her soft murmured way- .. event?.... words were a little husky.. not as soft and smooth as her voice usually was.. she hadn’t fully woken yet.. but she would in time.. - .. I’d adore an adventure.... a soft contented sigh would sound.. feeling him pull away from her then.. she’d draw her knees upward.. curling into a little ball before she would indeed stretch out.. her arms lifting to press her hands together beneath her head.. she’d blink a few times.. focusing on the room before her.. and on his visage as he came into her line of sight.. before he would lean in.. pressing his knees to the bedding there.. her brow rose a little.. just the one as she caught sight of that wicked little grin- .. just what is going on in that head.. .. would be all she managed to get out before she felt his hands upon those petite little ankles of hers.. her smile widened and her toes curled.. she actually laughed in that dreamy sleepy way.. how could she honestly resist.. his hold all be it firm tickled ..she felt him dragging her then.., the soft sweetness of that silky nightgown began to slowly inch its way up along her legs as it caught against the cotton sheets and her bodies weight.. it finally nestled there mid upper thigh..she’d squirm a little as he caressed his fingers across her skin.. feeling every sweet supple inch of her before he began to tickle behind her knees.. that woke her up considerably and she laughed.. - .. Stop.. stop stop!.. .. she smiled.. stretching a little blinking.. her gaze widening just touch when he pounced her in the literal sense.. his hands coming down on either sides of her head.. her lips had parted then as she took a much needed breath.. how could someone honestly be so heart stoppingly handsome? That she had forgotten to breathe in that moment.. how could someone be so nice… such a gentleman and yet still so adorably cute that he made her laugh and smile regularly..this brought up perhaps more questions than it required.. than it needed to there within her mind..was this the same figure she caught snippets of within her mind? The one whose features changed a little each time.. from such youth.. to something darker.. something richer.. that deeper tan.. the length of his hair.. she noted that he looked a little older now.. there were lines there upon his face that weren’t there before.. or maybe they were and she never really paid close enough attention.. her mind being so flighty.. so distracted that she missed all the subtleties in life.. taking a great deal of it for granted when it was all there on display for her.. she would make up for that lost time.. even though she knew she’d never be able to make up for all of it.. she knew there was so much of it that was gone.. the chances had since passed.. but she would try.. experience all that she could.. she felt his lips as they came down to capture hers.. a sweet soft teasing little kiss.. she lifted her head a little off the plush bedding to return it.. though it would be right then that he would pull away.. leaving her hanging.. so to speak.. before she’d gasp quite audibly as he scooped her up so swiftly.. drawing her little frame up off the bedding and into his arms.. holding her there against his bared chest.. she kicked her legs a little.. his laughter was infectious and his words only made it that much worse.. she couldn’t help but laugh along with him- .. What on earth?.... the lisp was adorable.. she reached an arm around behind him.. pressing her fingers just lightly against his back and shoulders.. lightly tracing small circles.. as he began to carry her into another area of the house.. there was so much she hadn’t seen within this little home.. she’d only had the chance to view that bedroom and the upstairs section..- .. just what are you up to? Hmm?.... she would glance around as he moved about that corner.. into the wide open kitchen.. her gaze would fall upon the little round table.. the way it was dressed with the pink and white checkered cloth



(18:52:23 )

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. the flowers.. oh her heart just about lept from the confines of her chest.. her free hand lifted to press there over that steadily beating organ.. to rub against it.. the fluttering was happening again.. that oddly placed sensation she was not used to..the candles.. everything..before he would slowly settle her down upon the seat.. she shifted a little.. she was so surprised by all of it.. she honestly was and it was so easily read there upon her face.. she had that look about her .. the emotional representation of someone saying ‘awww’.. - .. this is just.. .. she was speechless.. she was.. slowly drawing her legs up.. to perch her feet upon the edge of the seat.. her knees there to her chest .. her ankles crossed.. her arms hugging around them..it was really quite cute .. like a child would.. her head tilted as she watched him going about making her that cup of tea.. the little ball he dropped into the pot certainly captured her attention.. a curious look upon her features.. the scents of it all floating across to her.. oh it was heaven.. pure heaven.. she wore a smile there upon her features.. a soft contented one as her cheek came to rest upon her knee.. - .. no.. no.. tea is perfect.. thank you.. .. she stretched her legs out then as he reached across to offer her that delicate china cup upon its saucer.. she wrapped her small fingers around it.. drawing it closer.. allowing its heat and scent to bathe her features before she would take a small drink.. it was different.. quite unusual.. but very.. very pleasant.. she watched him then as he moved toward the stove.. keeping her gaze upon him over the rim of her tiny little precious cup.. the way those satin pants hung low there upon his hips.. she caught herself dragging that lower lip inward at the sight of those dimples.. at the way his muscles moved in response to his actions.. his arms.. a quiet little whimper erupted from her throat though she was sure it was quashed by the sounds of the food cooking within that fry pan.. she took another drink of the seat.. looking upon the dish there as he placed it before her.. - ..Ohhh now you are spoiling me!.... she placed the tea cup down upon its saucer there. Reaching for the cutlery as he raised his cup to her.. oh her shoulders sunk a little when he called her the most gorgeous lavender elf he had ever seen.. could her cheeks have coloured anymore than they did? Were it even possible to blush any hotter than that.. - .. thank you.. for all of this.. .. she’d speak softly.. quietly.. her gaze having since averted to look to the meal before her to contain any further bashful embarrassment.. she tucked into the meal.. it was just perfect.. it woke her body properly.. giving it enough fuel she knew for quite some time indeed.. she hadn’t really eaten much in the last century.. if at all..so she was really enjoying this.. and she was making sure to actually taste every single mouthful properly.. to savour the flavours they contained.. wether soft and subtle.. or stronger and overpowering..she listened to him as he spoke about a gift.. for her waiting upstairs.. her gaze lifting with an arched brow..she placed her cutlery down- ..You didn’t have to do that.. .. her hands slid down to clasp before her there as she smiled.. she was feeling much like a princess in that moment.. he was treating her oh so very well.. if it were Sydel she’d quite possibly question his motives for such attention and affection.. but Sybelle much preferred to settle on the good in people.. to seek it out..and not question so much so as to ruin perfect little moments like this one.. - .. yes.. of course I can manage that.. ..she slowly rose from her seat.. allowing that night gown to settle back into place before she would cross over to him.. her hand would come to rest there upon his shoulder .. her lips finding the curve of his cheek..- .. thank you.. .. she’d whisper there close to his ear.. before she would leave him to head up those stairs.. re-entering that room.. only then did she spy that gift box with its bow and bloom.. her head tilted and she smiled.. sinking down to sit there upon the edge of the bed as she pulled the flower from its place.. brushing it beneath her nose before it would find its home there perched beside her right ear.. she tugged upon the ribbon.. feeling it release before she’d peel back the layers.. the outfit it contained was simply adorable.. it couldn’t have been cuter if it tried.. she laughed.. placing it down upon the bed as she lifted that nightgown up over her head.. letting it rest over the back of a chair.. she slinked her way into that outfit.. letting the skirts fall just neatly upon her waistline.. the bows upon the front smoothed out.. she slid her tiny feet into those cute little slippers.. taking a hold upon the boater hat..feeling along its edging before she would make her way back down those stairs.. lavender curls bouncing upon her shoulders.. the carnation there garnishing her ear.. as she rounded the corner back into the kitchen.. figuring that’s where he would be- .. ready when you are



ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *There was this thing about him really, that deep down not only was he a softie of sorts, but he could be the sweetest and just the most tender guy you could ever possibly meet. It was all there, buried under layers and layers of protective, lies, and deceit. He had learned a long time ago to hide the more gentle side of himself, the more loving and affectionate part. He had tried to show it to Sydel and she had laughed in his face and levied insults at his head like a damn fishwife. He had closed that part off with her right quick, taking safety, respite under the layers she found more…appealing to her taste. Athena had been so emotionally closed off that it wasn’t even worth attempting, sure she would like it, but that was all it would ever be. She wouldn’t be moved by it, to take it for what it was, something really rare for him to do. With Sybelle though… She was different, entirely, mind changingly different. She had shown him that she was quite special, she had taken those first few steps towards him, and even better, she had shoved his lust right back in his pocket as it were. She was attracted to him yes, he knew that, but unlike Sydel, she wasn’t going to let him seduce and make love to her. She was the third woman in his life to tell him where he could put it, though she was definitely the nicest one of the lot, and the only one he didn’t feel insulted by. When she did that, she had given him the right, and the freedom, to be as sweet as he wanted to without worrying that she might think he didn’t want her. She had given him the chance to show her the world in a way no one else had, to be truly himself with her, no bullshit or lies. This was him as he was beneath the mask, and she was the only one who would ever get to see it, the first one he had ever dared to show it to. There had never been a reason to show it to anyone else, God it left him so exposed, and way too vulnerable for the sake of his own sanity really. It was refreshing to just be himself with her, to be his sweet, teasing, goofy self. He loved waking her up, oh god, she was just the sweetest little thing right there. The little laughs, those smiles, the way she wiggled as he gently nudged her into waking up with soft strokes and kisses, she was just amazing. It was so damn nice to see her like this, the way she responded to it, just happy for no other reason than because she wanted to be. She didn’t gripe at him, get bitchy or catty, she didn’t tell him to shove off and let her sleep or to leave her alone. She enjoyed what he was doing, as much as he was enjoying doing it. Lud, but she was beautiful, she really was. Sydel had been a cold beauty, but Sybelle… She was like life itself, all soft colors and wonder, sweet and simple without anything to hide or lie about. She was so warm and soft, her coloring was just utterly precious, perfection really, and her smile made him feel like someone had finally turned a light on in his life. She was a warm, glowing fire, and he had been out in the snow too damn long. He had leaned down to steal a kiss, her response was light and sweet, like a butterflies wings. He especially adored that look of confusion on her face, the way she wrinkled her face up just a little, creating the cutest little lines as she wondered what he was talking about.*”Anyone ever tell you, that you are the most adorable thing in the entire universe when you wake up? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more precious before in my life… Yes dearling, an event, I would tell you more but it would give away the surprise! I’m glad you’re in an agreement with me, I so want to show you something you won’t soon forget.”*He would release her then, to pop out of that bed a bit, letting her wake up and get a stretch going before he would move in, to tease her just a little bit more. Why? Because she was the sweetest damn thing ever, she made him laugh, made him happy, just by being herself. He loved playing with her like this because she enjoyed it, because it made her happy, and through her, he got to share in that. Everything she was, was so new to him, so amazing that he wondered how in the world he had never seen it before, despite all the years he had shared with her other side, he had never once thought something this amazing was lurking just under the surface, a diamond of extraordinary value in the rough. He couldn’t keep that impish little grin off of his face, the way those sky blue eyes of his just flashed and sparked there, the mirth and teasing there so evident. He wouldn’t even give her a chance to fully respond before he grabbed her amazingly long, beautiful shaped legs and started to drag her forward towards him. He tickled, he teased, he tormented every inch in the most playful way possible, loving the way she laughed right there as she was still a bit drugged by sleep. Oh god, didn’t she know how beautiful she was? Just watching her like that, playing with her, watching her giggle and laugh, it made his whole chest hurt, as if his heart had developed the most particular dysrhythmia. It was even stranger that though it hurt, it was a different kind of pain, one that he almost enjoyed for all the strangeness of it. He began to tickle her behind the knees then, and was rewarded by her laughing outright, begging him to stop. He did, but only after he pressed a soft little kiss on the inside of each knee before nibbling the little curve under her kneecap, setting her legs down on the bed softly. He wasn’t quite done with her yet though, he wasn’t going to let up just yet, he wanted her to love every moment of this so he could too by proxy. He had pounced her then, smiling down at her, teasing her just that bit more. If he had known what she was thinking, he would have been a touch surprised, even a little bit startled really. He was….content on his looks, he had grown out of that other phase, where nothing was good enough. This was how he was meant to look, these features were the ones he was born with, a mixture of his parents but a look all his own too. He was older now, and he wasn’t ashamed at some of the new lines that had formed on what used to be a perfectly smooth face. He had soft smile lines at the corner of his eyes that flared up each time he grinned, two little vertical dents between his browns when he furrowed them in thought, and the softest creases around his mouth from those smiles of his. He was handsome, but in a way that was far more down to earth, perfectly imperfect and happy in that. He had dipped down to kiss her, just a soft little thing, a caress of his lips on hers as he savored that amazing taste of hers that was just as addictive as anything else he had ever known.*



(21:00:08 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

: *He was softly affectionate, sweetly teasing, and in a wonderful mood and it showed. He was utterly playful really, rather like a grown up kid, mature but more than happy to let loose and have fun for the funs sake alone. He had captured her, lifting her little body, that dandelion puff weight in his arms easily, growling at her like a pirate, a little hint of what he was planning to do. She wriggled there, laughing, kicking her legs out as he jostled her a bit, teasing her just that much more. Her hands on his skin felt wonderful, he was so relaxed from the massage she had given him last night that there was no dull ache, no memory of pain. Just the soft, sweet feeling of her fingers tracing little designs on his skin. He smiled at her there in his arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead but remaining silent about what he was going to do, she would see it soon enough. Her reaction was all he could have hoped for, more than he had expected, and it warmed him through and through right on down to his core that needed that warmth more than he realized. He had set her down, loving every line of her face, drinking up every single reaction she made to the little gift of his, wanting so very much to give her as much enjoyment in life as he could. Over all, it was nothing fancy or special, nothing that was over the top or extravagant. It was just breakfast with some flowers and candled in a warm, softly lit kitchen, soft sounds and smells and peace. It was the feelings behind it that mattered, and he hoped she knew just how much it meant to him, that she enjoyed herself. He had hurt her a lot… perhaps more than some, and maybe less than others, but he had done it the longest. Not with intent, not with any malicious desire, but with sheer negligence. As much as Sydel had took him for granted, he had done the same with her, both of the ignoring each other’s needs and desires for the pursuit of their own. He wanted to make up for that, for his error, and for all the suffering she had gone through in her life. Men had hurt her, and he could only hope that if allowed, she would let him make it up for all of them. He leaned down, resting his hand against the back of her head, pressing a kiss to those amazingly soft lilac locks of hers.*”This is less than you deserve Sybelle… I’d give you so much more, but it wouldn’t be you if I did, it wouldn’t show the respect and admiration I have for you, exactly as you are…. “ *He stepped away then, preparing that tea for her, making sure she had the cream and sugar should she so desire it, pouring her cup for her before starting on the breakfast. He loved cooking, it was it’s own kind of art, it required flexibility and an open palat. The smells, the colors, the textures of everything, cooking was probably the most expressive form of art he could ever think of, and he absolutely adored creating things on the fly simply because he could. He was blind to the show he was giving her, the way just the start of his ass was peeping over those pants of his, the way his body looked as he moved. He was comfortable in his own skin, and they were after all in his house, and she had seen him naked so often he was forgetting that his body was new to her. He might have taken a little pity on her if he had known, slipped on a shirt of a robe of some sort, cut off the line of sight for her. When her plate was done, set before her, her reaction was perfect. He blushed softly, again, such a strange, weird thing for him… She made him smile, made him feel like he was just lit up on the inside, like he was something amazing. He smiled for her brightly, gathering up a bit of the oil on the side of her plate on his thumb, sticking it in his mouth to suck it off before he moved to take his own seat. He had toasted her then, feeling that it was all deserved, merited this morning. He saw her shoulders drop a bit, the blush on her cheeks, and he wondered for a second if he had done something wrong. He wanted her to smile, to know he saw her, really and truly saw her as she was and that he appreciated the gift of such a view. He nodded his head once in her thanks, tucking into his own breakfast, preferring to layer the flavors on his fork before eating it, so he got a different combination with each bite. He was just finishing up when he told her he had that gift for her upstairs, catching that raised brow, his lips turning up in that little crooked smile of his in response.*”Sweetheart, being what I am, I don’t ‘have’ to do anything I don’t want to. I did it, because A- you’ll need it today, and b- because I want to. You’ve not been given a lot of things, and though I do promise not to go overboard, I won’t promise that I won’t try to surprise you as often as I can with different little gifts now and then.”*His plate was finished, watching her get up and head over to the room to get ready. He lifted all the dirty plates and cutlery, setting it all in the sink and running water of it so that none of it would stick or gunk up. The leftover food was all slid into that icebox and the already packed picnic basket was brought out. He had his own clothes down here as it were, and it was nothing to change into them, tossing his dirty pants and underwear into a corner where he would clean them up later on. A new pair of those skin tight boxer briefs were slid on over his long legs, and a pair of navy blue jeans were slid on over them. They were tight enough to give the note that his legs were muscled, but not so tight as to be obscene or limit his movement. He didn’t need a belt, they only hung a bit and were tight enough across his ass that they wouldn’t fall. A nautical themed t-shirt was next, navy blue and white bands ran horizontally across it, the deep V of the neck showing off the tops of his colar bone and the muscles beneath as it hung against his chest and abs. A navy blue denim long sleeve was the last bit of it that he had to put on, leaving it open and rolled up at the elbows so he could get around without the cuffs catching on anything. He was relaxed, comfortable, the clothes fit him perfectly without being too tight or too lose, ideal for the day ahead. When he saw her come down… Oh God… He couldn’t talk for a moment, hell, he couldn’t even breath as his heart started to tap out a jig in his chest that floored him. She just… He closed that space between them slowly, casually… He would reach up then, cupping her cheeks in his hands, cradling that beauty there as if his fingers could frame the glory within them.*”In all my life, I have never seen anyone look so beautiful… I could live a million lifetimes, and never see anything as glorious as you are right now…”



(21:00:18 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

: *He would lean down, his fingers tipping that adorable straw hat back off of her head just a touch, blue eyes seeking out sapphire and emerald ones before he would kiss her. It was so soft at first, more air than lips, his breath fanning across her ruby temptation. He held that temptation there, that torment, that teasing almost kiss for several moments in time… Finally, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he fully kissed her, his fingers spreading out, fanning along her cheeks as he cradled her there, worshiping her as though she were a priceless treasure, which indeed she was. He would hold it for as long as he dared, that sweetly soft, gently passionate kiss before he would slowly pull away. He would run his fingers down along her cheeks before caressing her jaw, letting his hands fall down to rest at his sides, to slide into his pockets as he looked down at her. She was stunning, just absolutely stunning… Not in one of those sexual ways, as if she was just an item of appeal, as a man to a woman… She was stunning in the fact that she was beautiful in a way that had nothing to do with the clothes or her looks…simply for being who she was… She was glorious in a way that was sexless, clotheless, appearanceless… It would be hard to describe to someone who had only ever known beauty in the way they measured it with their eye and mind, basing it upon preformulated ideals, taught from birth. His kind… they were generally sexless, they chose a gender at will, and more often than not, flipped between the two as it suited their desire or simply remained completely asexual. Because of that, he saw her a bit differently than anyone else ever could, saw her for exactly what she was without any filters or preconceived notions. He smiled for her then, his hands sliding out of his pockets, one to reach for the picnic basket on the table and the other bent at the elbow, offering her his arm.*”Then let’s be away, we got about fifteen minutes before the tide goes out, and we want to be on it so we can catch a smooth easy ride out to deeper water.”*He smiled down at her, leading them out of the house and down the path that lead them through a few little houses spread out here and there, down a sanded track that went down a small, heather covered hillside. There, floating at its own little pier was a black and white two man schooner, the paint glossy and bright even in the lightless sky. The white sails were down at the moment, and he would set about rigging it all up when they got on.*” I don’t have a name for her yet, I honestly am terrible with things like this, so I was thinking, when we take her out today, that you could give her a name for me?” *He was grinning, keeping her close to his side, supporting her and keeping her warm as it was still quite chill with the moon having set and the sun not yet rising. They would walk down that pier, arm in arm before they got to his boat. He set the basket down at the side then, slowly moving to wrap his hands about her sweetly curved waist, his grip firm and sure about her, supporting her, letting her know he would never let her fall. He would pick her up, darling little package that she was, and gentle lower her down into the waiting belly of the boat as it were. Making sure she was safe and settled, not about to fall on her ass, he would hand the basket down to her, pointing to the little cubby built under the seat of the boat to keep it safe and cool. He then jumped in himself, causing that boat to shake and shift just a bit, bucking in the water like a horse beneath a rider. He was grinning from ear to ear now, rubbing his hands together in joy, reaching out to release the mooring lines that held it to dock. Planting his feet firmly against the floor, he would reach out, muscles visible through his clothes as he pushed them off, sending them out to rock on the gentle waves of the ocean. He would loop that rope over and over about his forearm and hand, till it was a nice tight coil that he knotted off and set down on the hook just meant for that purpose. He then set about getting those sails raised, untying each fastening, pulling on this or that rope, sometimes two at a time as he had those thick coils wrapped around his forearms, pulling the thick canvas sail up foot by foot. This was where he got his body from, that muscle build, the toned physique. He was active, he enjoyed his lifestyle, and he was never afraid of anything that would make him sweat or get a little dirty. He was just tying the sails off when he stripped out of that denim shirt, the t-shirt beneath soaked a bit from sea and sweat alike, clinging to him a bit. He tossed it off to the side, near to her but not on her as he finished up the last of the riggings. He felt the wind pick up at last, right on time as the current shifted, changed, began to pull them out to sea.*”Jibe!” * He would call out, a hand motion from him to tell her to drop her head, to duck under the thick portion of the mast as he pulled on the ropes once more, setting it to swing about and catch that first breath of air. The boat seemed to spring to life under his hands, a being all of its own, picking up speed once the air caught that sail and billowed it out like a white fluffy cloud. He would remain there, focused, one hand wrapped about a rope, the other on the captains wheel as he steered them out to deeper waters. This would go on for perhaps a half hour, silence on the boat as he waited and watched. They were truly out to sea now, the boat rocking up high rather like a roller coaster as they caught some of the bigger waves deeper out, causing sea foam and mist alike to fan over them. Once he was sure all was well, he tied off that rope and locked the wheel, coming about to stand beside her as she sat down. He picked up his shirt then, and slid it over her shoulders before guiding her to stand up and turn around. He didn’t need to say anything, they had the whole day to talk, to converse… Right now… She just needed to see. There, without anything to mar her view, the wind in the sails, the sweet salty tang of the ocean in their noses…. There was a sudden stillness, nothing moved, nothing even breathed… Then there, on the horizon, there was a vivid, bright green flash of light, a pillar of it shooting up into the sky, into space itself it would seem. Then, moments after that, the sun would begin to rise. Slowly, sweetly, the sky began to lighten, turning from ink to navy, from navy to sapphire, and from sapphire to a glorious shade of purple…



(21:00:28 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

: On and on and on it went as the dawn greeted the world, unfurled her colors like a gloriously proud banner across the sky. This was why he had brought her out, why he had insisted they come so early, despite the chill in the air and the darkness. He would lean down to whisper in her ear, his breath warm against her salt misted skin.*”The sun rises just for you Sybelle… And even as beautiful as it is… It will never compare to you…”*He would then wrap his arms about her, holding her there against him, letting his own natural heat wash over her, chasing away the chill that always comes this early on the sea. He wanted her to enjoy herself, to savor the beauty of these moments… She had forgotten what the sunset looked like, he could only hope the dawn would be just as special, as spectacular for her. She deserved this and so much more, he knew that, but he would give it to her all in stages. Just like her memory, he would spoon feed her things like this, little moments of joy so she could savor each bite of life he shared with her.*

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. she couldn’t possibly miss his words of adoration toward her.. each and every one of those just made her heart sing.. and the feeling it was giving her was so foreign yet felt quite exhilarating.. it gave her delicate little shivers and shudders.. it made her feel a certain kind of special.. something she was really not used to.. something she wasn’t sure she had experienced before.. or maybe she had and she simply couldn’t remember it?.. if that were the case she was a little saddened by it too ..she should be remembering these things.. even though it was all so new to her.. and in truth hardly any time had passed at all.. she was growing perhaps a little frustrated thinking that she was perhaps making people upset with her? It wasn’t that she was upset because she couldn’t remember for herself.. it was that it was possible.. say for example.. what if this gentleman here before her.. the one whom cared for her there within that bed.. who allowed her to step away when he could have so easily seduced her.. the one who showed her the sunset in all its glory.. who worried when she lept down from that railing.. the one whom woke her in the most adorable way known to man.. the one who just made her heart burst from his caring.. what if he had treated her this way normally? What if this was how he was? And in her not remembering it he was hurt by it?.. oh her head was almost aching as the throngs of questions started to settle there.. though she wouldn’t allow them to be read upon her features.. she wouldn’t allow them to bubble to the front Just yet.. she would enjoy what was before her.. she would flourish under his kind hand.. - .. You’re far to sweet.. .. she’d speak softly when he mentioned it was all far less than she deserved.. that he would give her so much more.. yet he knew she didn’t require it.. and that spoke volumes to her.. she couldn’t have cared a dime for lavish gifts and glittering things.. time.. time was the one thing she desired most.. to spend some with another.. to enjoy what there was out there to be experienced.. and she felt.. deep down that she had been locked away for so long.. she just wanted to fly free.. as it were..she glanced across to him every so often once he settled there across the table before her.. she watched as he piled the different textures and flavours there upon his fork.. she looked down at hers.. she hadn’t thought of doing it that way so she mirrored him then.. giving it a go to see what it was like.. in some combinations it was indeed quite good! In others some items tended to be a little over powering.. and some combinations were a little bland.. but she was trying new things and using different methods.. causing more and more connections to be made there within her mind.. so every new experience was in essence helping her greatly.. and she had him to thank for that.. she tilted her head when he said she had not been given a lot of things.. she was curious indeed as to how he knew that.. it would be a question for another time.. perhaps one evening.. or one quiet afternoon she would sit back with him and they would simply converse.. maybe he would be able to shed some light onto some of the things she had done and or experienced.. perhaps he could help her fuse a few more of those memories together so they told a story instead of the snippets she was getting at the moment.. she moved up stairs after the meal was finished.. having slipped into that adorably cute little outfit he had purchased for her.. it drew inward about her tiny waistline..the skirts billowed out just a little.. it rested above her knees allowing those perfectly shaped pale pins of hers to remain on display.. tiny feet slipped into those navy and white flats before she topped it off with the straw boater hat.. making her way back down that thin hallway.. rounding the corner into the kitchen before she would look up.. her gaze drinking in all that was him.. the outfit he had chosen.. nautical themed indeed they would appear quite the pair.. the jeans revealed just enough of those lean muscular legs of his.. the lines.. the shape.. her toes curled there within those tiny slip on shoes.. an action that certainly did not go unnoticed by her and it made her cheeks flush.. oh her mind was taking a little trip then.. somewhere where.. perhaps it wasn’t quite appropriate for polite conversation.. the shirt was a perfect fit.. it had to have been made for him surely.. it accentuated all it needed to.. whilst leaving enough to the imagination.. though she had seen him without a shirt.. she could rely on those images in her head to tell her just what was beneath that soft cotton..the denim shirt addition just completed it all perfectly.. the cuffs rolled up as they were.. her head tilted a little to the side.. she caught herself catching her lower lip with her teeth.. giving it a light tug before releasing that soft.. supple rose coloured flesh.. her breath caught there in the back of her throat as he closed the distance between them rather suddenly.. feeling the warmth of his hands gliding along the curves of her cheeks and jawline.. to cradle and hold.. so gently.. a soft contented sigh sounded.. for as much as she desired to hold it back she simply could not.. his touch.. his caresses were so soft and silky.. they made her body respond in a way she wasn’t used to.. and certainly was not quite prepared for.. - .. You flatter me so.. . she whispered as those long charcoal coloured lashes dipped.. concealing that duo coloured gaze of hers.. her hands rose then.. between the pair.. one hand came down to rest upon the curve of his shoulder.. the other.. her fingers came to press just over his steadily beating heart- .. such kind words.. from such a kind hearted gentleman.. her eyes up until this point were closed.. her head slightly dipped downward.. though as she felt his fingers sliding back that hat a little she looked up.. just in time to feel his lips colliding with her own..a hitched breath quite audible before she responded in turn and returned that sweet softened kiss.. it was as he so desired little more than a temptation to begin with.. almost an impish little tease if you will.. before it deepened considerably.. her lips parted guided by his own.. the tip of her tongue slid along his lower before she desired a little more of that sweetened spice he had on offer.. dipping that tongue properly into his mouth.. she lifted up just a little.. up onto the tips of her toes.. before he would slowly pull back.. a soft.. mind clouded sigh sounded.. she wavered on her feet a little before she righted herself.



(01:40:50 )

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: . her hands slid down from his shoulder and heart respectively.. straightening the collar of his shirt.. sliding down beside the buttons before she would let her elbows come to rest at her sides.. she would watch as he took up that basket.. offering his arm to her like a right proper gentleman would.. she gave a little nod with a brilliant smile.. before she slid her arm through to hold..- .. tide?.... she questioned.. as they made their way out of the house proper and out onto the darkened surrounding streets- .. deeper water?.. just what are you up to mm?.... she wandered along side him there.. keeping up her pace with him quite easily.. her free hand having risen shortly after they left the house though.. to remove her hat.. the wind would have captured it otherwise and sent it floating off behind her.. those long lavender locks just floated behind her.. the breeze catching them every so often.. making them bounce and tumble over the curve of her shoulder.. down the paths they continued.. past so many tiny little houses.. all still dark within.. with many residents still resting peacefully.. she wanted to be able to say she recognised where she was.. she wanted to be able to say Oh yes.. I know where we are.. but she honestly couldn’t.. it was all very new.. it got a little bit darker as they went down the hillside.. down that sand covered track before the ocean just opened up there before her.. she actually paused then.. forcing him to do the same else he’d drag her.. her breath caught.. she was completely awe struck..- .. Oh.. wow.. Oh my.. .. her brows furrowed as her hand rose to brush against her chin.. doing well to conceal the fact her lower lip had dropped considerably.. she then was privy to that boat knocking lightly against the pier..- .. Really?.. Are you serious?.. a boat?.... her eyes had widened considerably there.. and they just about sparkled with unbridled excitement..she wandered down with him along that jetty there.. along the thin wooden planks.. - . Oh that is.. extraordinarily .. just..Oh I have no words!.. Thank you!.. .. she came to a stop there when he asked of her to give the boat a name.. - .. aww.. that’s quite a privilege really.. I couldn’t take that from you.. this is your baby.. you should name her.. .. she felt his arms sliding about her middle.. lifting her just enough so that she was placed upon that little boat.. her balance wavered a little.. it would take her a moment and she laughed at her mild awkwardness .. having fallen down to sit on one of the side seats there in an effort to remain upright.. she reached for that basket.. taking it from him.. placing it down into the hatch.. his jump though.. making the boat rock a little caused her to fall once again.. she blinked.. laughing softly.. deciding then to remain seated- .. I don’t think I have sea legs.. .. she lifted them a little.. rolling her ankles before she shot him a playful wink.. she watched him then as he went to work on getting that exquisite craft in shape to sail.. pulling upon those heavy ropes.. the looping.. the hooking.. setting about to organise those sails.. she watched as the muscles in his arms flexed and tensed.. much the same as the ones in his legs.. she caught herself staring on more than one occasion but she simply couldn’t help it.. he was a rare specimen indeed.. such strength.. and it tugged at her heart as well as other areas upon the body.. she lifted her right leg.. making sure to cross it tightly over her left.. her ankle curled behind.. calling out that singular word was lost on her.. it may as well have been in a completely different language.. confusion evident there on her face before she caught sight of that sail flying in her direction and duck she did.. quickly.. almost knocking the wind out of herself in the process.. she was an odd little duck sometimes.. she had the entire ocean on display there around her.. the waves.. she could be drinking all of it in.. and yet her attention remained squarely upon him..observing how he commanded that small craft.. she had noticed him removing that shirt of his.. ohh that just made things a little harder to swallow.. he had worked hard to get this little beauty moving and it showed.. he was littered in sweat and it caused that cotton fabric to cling to his upper body.. she felt her cheeks flushing.. and there was a sudden desire to glance elsewhere..to avert her gaze..looking down then to the little slip on shoes upon her feet as her knees were drawn in perhaps a touch tighter than before.. he started her a little.. suddenly appearing there at her side.. feeling his shirt sinking around her.. the smell of salt spray.. of him lingering quite thickly.. caressing her senses almost like a tease.. she was easily lead.. standing there before she would turn to face the opposite direction.. to look out over the expanse before her.. there was nothing obstructing her view.. not a single thing.. just miles and miles of calming waters..it was so silent.. so still.. though she was certain he’d have been able to hear the steady rhythm of her heart .. the sudden shift in lighting though caused her to stiffen just a touch.. her head tilting.. those lavender locks sliding forward over her shoulder.. - .. Ohh.. .. she managed to utter.. the sun was rising.. he had brought her there to witness the sunrise.. her entire body trembled in that moment.. it was a feeling she couldn’t pin point.. she didn’t even know if there was a word to explain the emotion that was coursing through her.. watching as the colours changed.. from the deep dark ink to navy.. then to sapphire and purple.. she felt his arms sliding around her.. settling there against the delicate feminine rise of her belly.. her hands came down to rest atop them.. fingers curling in to hold.. it was breath taking.. it truly was.. she was beside herself.. his words .. his sweetened honest compliment just nudged her over the edge emotionally.. her eyes up until this point had become quite glassy.. her breath hitched several times.. before several tears would trickle down the soft colouring on her cheeks.. he was right.. in that she had forgotten all about the sunset.. his hopes were wrong though when he thought the sunrise would be just as special.. it was more so.. it tugged at her more deeply- .. Oh good goddess.. .. she choked up considerably then.. her fingers curling about his hand a little tighter- . that is.. utterly magnificent.. Oh my.. thank you.. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.. this is.. .. she paused.. swallowing down a breath that had long since caught there- .. this is.. so special to me..

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *If she had told him, even for just a moment, about her internal frustrations… He could have helped her a great deal, settled down some of the questions in her head, putting half formed ghosts to rest as he laid out the truth for her. No one had ever seen this side of him, she was the first, and probably the only one he would ever really feel safe enough to show it to. Sydel would never want to see this side of him, why bother? It wasn’t as if it suited her, and everyone else was either not important enough or too closed off to make it worth anything. They were more than happy with his cruelty or his seduction, turning a blind eye to the fact that none of them were seeing him fully, content with the sex portion of it that they never bothered to question the rest. He would have been more than happy to have explained it all to her, let her know that none of it was anything having to do with any fault of her own, that she wasn’t missing a single thing, rather she was only seeing a new part of him. There would be nothing in her memory, as broken and fractured as it was, that would show a single part of him like this. No… All of this was his own little gift to her, one she would never really know she was getting, never really think of it as anything other than him just being him. He wanted her to enjoy every moment, to really be able to live, to enjoy life and all it had to offer her. He knew enough about her past, her life up to the moment they found each other, and everything after that. Because of that, he knew the hell she had been through, the reasons Sydel was the way she was. It wasn’t as if life had given her any other choice about it, and the men in her life, himself included, certainly hadn’t helped the matter any. Still, he couldn’t undo the damage of her past, but he could try to give her a brand new tomorrow, a reason to leave all that baggage behind her and start over fresh. It was why he was showing her all this, feeding her these little moments of joy and simple pleasure, trying to give her a new sort of foundation to build one. He wanted her to know she was safe, that he wouldn’t let her fall or fail, that he would support her and be beside her every step of the way. She needed it too, no matter how puckish she might be, how adorably suborn at times she would be. He could only chuckle softly at her, the way she said he was too sweet, wondering if she realized he could be soooo much worse than he was right now. He was just being himself at the moment, this was just who he was, what he was like. If he decided, say, to really and truly be sweet, he could be so much worse than this. He didn’t see a reason to be anything more than what he was right now, there was no need, no purpose in going beyond this point. She was happy, she was enjoying herself and laughing, smiling there for him and he was relishing every moment of it. Besides, he knew well enough that if he really wanted to push the envelope, rather than be floored by it, she would laugh at him and tell him right where to shove it in her sweet little way.*”Not really sweetheart, I’m just me… Trust me, you’ll know when I am being too sweet, and I know you’ll tell me to knock it off in that adorable way of yours.” *He smiled brightly down at her there, having set up breakfast for them, the both of them eating in companionable silence. He looked up for a moment, to catch the way she was watching him eat, replicated his little quirk herself… Oh my God… That was just….too damn cute really, the way she was mirroring him, using himself as a means to explore in a way she hadn’t perhaps thought of herself. It warmed his heart up thoroughly though, it had nothing to do with the coffee he was drinking, nor the coziness of the house at the moment. It had everything to do with the fact that as she was learning from him, she was teaching him at the same time, letting him enjoy every moment that much more for it. It was as though, for each thing he gave her, she gave back as well. Rather than pour himself out and feel empty for it as he had for the longest time, for the first time he was getting it all back, every ounce repaid in kind so that he never lost out or felt empty for it. Breakfast was finished, plates were carried away, and they had both gotten ready for the little trip he had planned. His clothes were just clothes, they serves a function and a purpose, though he would be a liar if he didn’t take some pride in his choices. He was always such a well dressed person, no matter what face he decided to wear for that day, that week, or that year. He had certainly dumbed it down over the years though, he was no where near as flashy or opulent as he had been, and he was honestly better for it. He had learned that lux clothes were rather like sweet treats, all good in moderation, and tended to lose their enjoyability when one wore them all the time. His silk pj pants for instance, he enjoyed those because they were soft against his skin, a nice contrast to the typical cotton and wool he wore. A small, guilty pleasure, made that much more enjoyable because of the fact that they were only used for a set purpose, and not used all the time day in and day out. Then she had come out, looking like the most amazing thing since sunrise, and he had been lost in the moment. He simply had to cradle here there a moment, to take in all that she was, to kiss her.*”I will never flatter you Sybelle, I promise I will only give you the truth, and truly, you are the most wondrous thing I have ever seen… “*He had just planned on it being a soft, sweet little kiss really, just a melding of their lips… She had shocked him when she took it farther, to slide her tongue past his lips, against his teeth before he would open, to plunder her mouth as she did his. He kept it light, he didn’t let that lust of his take reign though for the love of all things holy it rid him HARD, drugging him just that much worse as he savored and sipped at that candy apple taste of her, the smell that came off of her in the softest of waves. He had to pull back, not because he wanted to but because if he didn’t, he would have her against that wall and Gods willing, with those luscious legs of hers wrapped about his waist. He was so, so damned glad he was wearing those jeans, they did a lot better to hide a throbbing erection than anything else he had ever known. He kept that smile on his face though, gave no indication, no hint at just how bad he wanted her right there. He thought being celibate was bad, but this…This was seven layers of a hell so sweet that he couldn’t help reaching into the flames.*



(03:44:19 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *It was all a dance of look, but only touch lightly, kiss those ruby lips, but don’t take it beyond that. His palms were on fire half the time, just itching like he had a vicious rash, just desiring to reach out and cup her breasts. He wanted to learn her texture all over again, to familiarize himself with their supple yet firm flesh, to feel the weight of each glorious globe… It took a good deal of force, of strength before he could get that lust back under reign, stamping it out as it were. He smiled as she corrected his collar for him, making sure that denim was sitting nice and proper, not a wrinkle to be found. He heard the questions in her voice the way that she wasn’t quite sure what he was up to, despite the little hints he was dropping. Oh it just made it all that much more precious, adorable really, those little wondering moments of hers were just the best. He wouldn’t give her any answers, just let her sit there and stew a bit, get that wonderful mind of hers to try and puzzle it out on her own. Sydel had never seen this property, he had never brought her here, never allowed it. Even he needed a haven, a place that was just for him, where it could be a reflection of who he was exactly, without fear of judgment. It was also the only place he felt safe enough to bring Sybelle, because she had never seen it, so there would be no memories or recollections to bother her. He lead her down to that little pier, the sweet little boat there rocking softly on the waves, all neat and pretty as a picture. Oh her reaction was just too perfect, it let him know without a doubt that he had definitely picked the right revenue, that this was going to be a perfect little treat for her. He could only chuckle in joy, hearing her reactions, her questions.*”Mmhmm, you got it. I thought a day at sea would be a treat for both of us, just you and me, nothing but the sun ad sky around us. We can lounge about and talk, nap in the sun if we want to, just relaxing without anyone to see us other than each other.”*He had asked her to pick a name for the boat, something he knew she would do well, knowing it would be worthy of the vessel. When she said she couldn’t it just made him laugh, shaking his head at her, casting a wink at her.*”Love, did you not hear me? I really am terrible at naming things! If I ever got a pet, I would probably name them cat or dog, just because I wouldn’t be able to think of anything more original. How about… we come to a middle ground? You can list of names to me as they come to you, and when I hear one I like, then we’ll settle on that one. This way, we both take a part in naming our little schooner here. Sound good to you?”*He would pick her up then, to settle her down into that boat, watching her wibble wobble there. Before he knew it, she was on her ass on that seat, making him laugh as he handed her that picnic basket.*”Oh hell love, no one is born with sea legs, it’s something we learn. It does take a minute though, I won’t lie. Usually, within the first fifteen minutes at sea, you learn two things. One, that you can finally stand up on the boat, and whether or not you are going to get sea sickness. Now, I don’t think you will get it, but if you do, please let me know. There is nothing worse in your life than being sea sick because you’re just stuck enduring it until we can draw back into the harbor.”*He had then set about getting that ship sea worthy as it was, and it definitely took a bit of work. The canvas was thick and heavy, brand new and still a bit stiff, the metal o-rings made of a thick high quality steel. The ropes themselves weren’t anything to laugh at either, just one coil of it weighted fifty pounds easily, and that was just one of the shorter ones. He didn’t go cheap on any of it, a boat had to have the best because it was the only thing between you and trying to swim back to shore. Because of that, it meant the thickest ropes made of the best quality, only top grade canvas, only the smoothest, strongest steel rings. When he had to kite the sail into the wind he had given the traditional call, the warning that he was going to jibe the sail, to let the canvas catch the air. He had sent her a signal, a motion of his hand for her to duck but she had missed it. He was just grateful when she had indeed ducked her head down, not knocking herself clean out on that wooden bar. He had it all ready, the wind was steady and smooth, the waves on the ocean were small and sweet, more of a rocking than a bucking motion. He could leave her untended then, letting the wind and sea take them on an adventure, to places neither of them had seen as of yet. When the dawn was getting ready to come up, he had stood her up then, turned her so she could see it all. That green flash was rare, so very, very few people ever got to see it, and he knew that it was going to happen when he woke up this morning, he wanted to give her the gift of that rare sight. Then the sun had started to come up, and he had whispered those words in her ear, holding her close as he let her take it all in. He felt her shudder then, that little catch, the tears starting to fall. He hadn’t wanted her to cry, yet at the same time it was the best thing he could have done for her, to let her express herself freely and to take it all exactly as she wanted to, without guilt or guile. He held her that much tighter against himself, feeling her fingers wrap about his hands just that much tighter. He leaned down a bit, pressing his lips to the side of her neck, right above her pulse beat… God… He loved that feeling, to know her heart was beating there, pushing the warmth that she shared so freely, so selflessly with him. He could only shake his head, nuzzling into her affectionately, wanting to sooth her but let her run through her emotions at the same time.*”The world should be special to you… because you certainly are to it… Or at least, to me. I’ve loved you for so long, just waiting for moments like these, to be able to share this part of myself with you… I want to share all of this with you Sybelle, to show you all these little secrets in the world, all the little wonders that people so easily forget exist… You’re utterly wonderful and perfect just as you are, the way you take everything in, you appreciate all the beauty that so many people just take for granted. Each time I show you something like this, every little moment I get to share with you, the way you just take it all in… None of it is ever expected to you, and your innocent joy in it all, the way you simply enjoy it because you can…”



(03:44:35 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: ”You give me so much joy in sharing these moments with me, because through you, I can see it all with new eyes myself… It’s so easy to become jaded in this life, to just lose sight of things that should matter, in the pursuit of things that really don’t… With you, I get to be myself, the person I’ve always been but never got to show… You freed me Sybelle… The least I can do… I share these things with you…”*He would remain silent there, letting the sun rise in all its multicolored glory, letting her take it all in at her own pace. He would have to let her go soon, not because he wanted to, but because of the fact that seeing her so raw, so beautifully exposed… He wanted a whole lot more than to just hold her, and his mind being the active, creative thing that it was… Certainly wasn’t helping him at all… She already smelled so good, but that sweet summer forest scent mixed with the crisp scent of the sea, all of it together was hitting him too hard, too deeply for his own sense of moral direction. Then again…really…how could he pull away? He sighed softly, holding her for a few more moments, his fingers splaying out softly against her dress.*”I know it’s terrible… But I hope you never remember your past Sybelle… There is so much pain there, so much darkness, so much sorrow… For the first time in my life, I’m free, I’m not locked up in the dark, starving for a scrap of attention… I get to sit here and see things, so wonderful and new, because I can see them through your beautiful eyes… I’m worried that when you remember, it will dull that beautiful spark that is you… I’ve waited so many years for you Sybelle… Such a very, very long time… Is it such a bad thing of me to want to hold onto you as you are right now, exactly like this, for as long as I can?” *He would turn her around in his arms then, slowly guiding her to sit down, letting that sunrise frame her beauty till it took his breath away. He groaned softly, pained, his heart doing that weird, painfully strange flip flop in his chest, like a fish out of water. He ran his hands along her calves then, up along the sweet rounds of her calves, farther up to the delicate swells of her thighs, her hips… Higher still, along that impossibly delicate dip of her waist, to run his fingers along her ribs, the outer swell of her breasts before they would rest on her shoulders. He would guide her back softly, to lean against the cushions there behind her, his body rising as he came up, his legs resting on the outside of her own. His fingers slid up just a bit farther, to rest on the sides of her neck, to run his thumbs softly across the delicate skin beneath her ears. His face held such an intense passion there, not fierce but strong, yet somehow delicate, almost fragile. His blue eyes held such a spark there, an emotion that he didn’t know, making them seem all the bluer, as if they stole their color from the sky itself. He moved in just a bit closer, his fingers curling in softly, to rest against the base of her skull, to gently massage and trace soft circles through her hair. He rested his forehead against hers, his nose resting along her own, his breath a soft gentle whisper along her skin as his voice was barely more than a whisper.*”Sybelle… Can I keep you?....”



Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. he had told her just what he had planned for them there upon that adorable little ship made for two.. lounging.. talking.. taking short sweet naps in the sunshine if they so desired.. to just relax.. to be away from everyone for a little while.. just the open water and themselves to keep each other company.. it all sounded perfect really.. she couldn’t possibly deny that..it warmed her heart and her body when she allowed her thoughts to wander a little.. she laughed though when he said he was so terrible at coming up with names.. but that he would come up with a compromise- .. Oh.. yes.. yes that sounds good.. if I think of anything I will let you know.. .. she gave his hand a light squeeze before he lifted her up and set her down within that boat of his.. she sunk down into the belly of the boat to sit.. stretching her legs out before her.. he kept himself quite busy indeed.. sails.. ropes.. she knew it had to require a great deal of strength.. and he seemed to have no great trouble really.. she so adored watching those muscles tensing.. twitching beneath that thin t-shirt he wore.., the way it clung to his frame when he ended up with that thin sheen of sweat.. her heart started so shallow there in her chest.. forcing her to catch her breath to keep up with it.. to kick start it if you will.. Oh how she wished she understood what she was feeling.. the sudden chills that flushed her frame as a whole.. the leaping of her heart.. the fog that continued to roll in on her already tangled mind.. and that in of itself wasn’t helping matters at all.. he regulated the sails.. he had that beautiful craft of his on ‘auto pilot’ if you will.. leaving the rudder.. leaving the stearing as the waters seemed to become a little calmer the further out to seat they sailed.. she glanced back over her shoulder.. looking back in the direction they had just come.. the shoreline was almost completely out of sight.. they had travelled quite a distance in that short amount of time.. but she wasn’t cautious.. she wasn’t frightened.. she was content.. she felt safe around him.. completely and utterly so.. without an ounce of regret.. - .. I don’t know.. but I don’t think I get sick very often.. .. her brows furrowed a little.. curious as to know wether that was correct or not- .. I mean.. I don’t remember getting ill.. but.. that doesn’t say much.. I will let you know.. for certain.. should I suddenly feel unwell… .. she offered him a soft smile.. she honestly hoped she would last the journey without getting unnecessarily ill.. the last thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself in front of him.. he guided her to her feet.. coming in to stand there directly behind her.. drawing her in.. holding her.. oh how she was coming to adore that embrace.. his body was so warm against her back.. she could feel the flat planes of his stomach.. his chest.. her senses were fondled by his scent.. only a touch harder with it being mixed with that saltiness that could only come from the sea.. her lids would have half closed if she weren’t privy to that sudden shock of green light on the horizon.. and then.. her heart seized in response to that sunrise.. that spectacular show nature was putting on for her.. oh she just about melted in his arms right there.. he would have had to have felt her body tremble.. the tears trickled down over the soft colouring of her cheeks.. leaving glistening trails as they took their journey along the length of her jawline..she choked up a little as her breath continued to catch there in her throat.. oh this only just made her blush all the more harder.. it was embarrassing really.. having all that emotion just pour out of her so suddenly.. without any warning.. she thought he must have felt her a fool.. her fingers curled around his hands just that little bit tighter in that moment and she leant back into him.. she felt.. so contented right there..her heart had fallen into a softer more fluid normal rhythm.. her body was warmed all over regardless of the fact the air around them.. circling them.. caressing at their skin was quite cool.. it was him.. regulating her bodies temperature.. her lips parted a little wider in response to the feeling of his warm damp lips upon the side of her neck.. a soft whimper sounding before those lids of hers would tumble back down.. concealing her gaze..taking away those colours though the sunrise she had just witnessed would remain forever burnt into her mind.. and it wasn’t just because of the dawn.. it wasn’t just because of what nature had shown her.. no it was the experience as a whole.. it wouldn’t have been the same if she had gone in this boat on her own.. it would have been beautiful yes.. but not like this.. not the same.. her knees buckled a little when he began to nuzzle in close to her.. so very affectionately.. she listened to his words.. his soft whispers so close to her sharpened point.. how compliments.. how he had loved her for oh so very long.. that he desired to share these moments with her.. to share himself with her.. that she was so wonderful and perfect just the way she was.. - .. thank you.. .. she whispered.. dipping her head forward a little.. her fingers lightly caressing against the back of his palms.. drawing those soft circular patterns.. such a warmhearted touch.. - .. I have adored this.. being able to share such simple pleasures.. .. she hesitated a moment.. drawing the corner of her lip inward.. eloquence was never a strong suit with her.. even as Sydel her words never came out quite right which is why she yelled so often.. or just threw things and left in a huff.. frustration often got the better of her.. but Sybelle just got shy.. a little bit more bashful.. but she did try her best.. deep down she knew what she wanted to say.. - .. with you.. .. she lightly rubbed her lips together.. her fingers fanning out only to curl in to intertwine with his.. - ..You should always be yourself.. .. she whispered in a quiet response- .. afterall.. that’s honestly the best you can be.. everything else is only half of you.. or less.. and if this is you.. .. she paused a moment.. titling her head back just a little.. to give him a somewhat sideways glance- .. if this right here is you.. then you are perfect.. just the way you are.



(05:25:00 )

Black Fingernails°Red Wine



…Sybelle Anikin...

..The only person standing in your way is you..





says to ϕ₦ḁM: .. .. the corners of those lips curled.. twitching a little before a lovely little smile settled there upon her plump rose coloured lips..- .. I’m glad you can see things with new eyes.. Im glad youa re getting to experience that which you may well have taken for granted before.. sometimes you just need that little awakening.. that little nudge to make you look at things from a different angle.. .. she lifted his hands in her hold.. dipping her head a little to press her lips to the back of his hand- .. you say I freed you Nautilous.. .. she allowed his hands to fall back around her tiny middle there- .. but I firmly believe it was the other way around.. if memory serves me correctly.. it is you.. that freed me.. .. those sharply pointed ears of hers twitched as she heard his soft sigh.. curious she was as to the reasoning behind it.. though he soon spoke about wanting her not to remember.. wanting her to stay as she is now.. without patchy images within her mind at best- .. it’s not terrible.. I can understand what it is you mean.. to some extent.. but.. .. she paused a moment.. finding the words she wanted to say and hoping when they came out that they made sense- ..You tell me that you are no longer locked up in the dark.. that you are not starving for attention.. and yet here you are.. so open.. so free.. the ability to do as you please .. to.. just breathe.. do you think Im not strong enough to do the same perhaps?.... she wasn’t upset at his questioning.. or his desire.. far from it.. she was genuinely curious as to what he thought.. was she strong enough to handle it?- .. there’s a chance those memories wont come back fully.. that they will remain.. mildly fragmented.. but.. if I may.. .. she would jump the gun a little.. turning around in his arms before he had the chance to guide her that way himself.. her chin lifting.. her gaze that soft blue and green seeking out and locking onto those adorably sparkling blue eyes of his- ..lf I am not strong enough.. if the time comes that they do flood back to me.. suddenly and I break down.. I will have you for support?.... she snagged her lower lip inward.. capturing it with her teeth.. - ..I will have your hand to hold mine.. to guide me back to where.. you know I want to be.. .. her head tilted to the side just a little watching him curiously as he guided her down to sit.. she shifted a little until she was suitably comfortable atop the cushioning.. her brows furrowed when he groaned- .. you are alright?.... she went to move.. to perhaps stand from that seated position in case he wasn’t well.. before he began those caresses.. those soft touches along her calves.. along the curve of her knees.. her lips parted once more..she murmured watching him.. her toes curling a little causing those slip on shoes of hers to tumble back down to the belly of the boat.. reaching the sweet supple heat of her thighs.. causing her to draw them inward.. to catch her breath.. the rounds of her hips..his touch being the perfect mixture between tickling, affection and seduction.. not any one particular way.. just that perfect sweetness that made her melt back into those cushions.. she sucked her belly inward when he reached her waist.. wriggling a touch as he caressed along her ribs.. her own heart at this stage was doing much the same as his.. leaping.. jumping there within the confines of her chest.. she could hear it hammering away within her mind.. that deep fast throbbing.. she was sure he could hear it because it was awfully loud to her.. her upper body lifted a little when he sunk down atop her.. when his body came down to rest there..his legs just along the outer curves of hers.. she could feel that heat.. that warmth.. and his scent was even stronger here.. it wasn’t that she was uncomfortable with him coming down to lay atop her like that.. it was just that to her.. it was new.. she was sure.. since he had said to her on numerous occasions now that he loved her.. that they had known each other for such great extended periods of time that ..this kind of closeness was not unusual.. it would have no doubt been common place between them.. but her memories were not allowing her to see that.. not just yet.. so him there above her.. resting over her.. making her heart seize.. making her body tremble.. it was almost poetic really.. he was so charming.. so charismatic.. and certainly easy on the eye.. but it was more than that.. it felt deeper than that.. she felt his fingers resting there upon either sides of her neck.. reaching that little bit further to settle against the back of her skull.. she was privy then to those extraordinary blue eyes.. that were stunning.. they were.. unbelievable really.. every now and then he’d hear her breath catch.. it would hitch there at the back of her throat.. she couldn’t help it.. he was having such a strong affect upon her.. her lids grew heavy when he rested his forehead down upon hers.. she drank in his breath.. scented of coffee and spice.. - … Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa.... she whispered so softly.. her lips lightly brushing against his with every syllable .. every word.. - ..Aratoamin.. .. she would tilt her head to the side just a little.. brushing a delicate kiss to his right cheek..she knew he wouldn’t understand.. so thought it best to translate softly- .. your heart is that of the lion.. .. brushing her nose lightly against his before she would plant a kiss on the opposite cheek- .. my champion.. .. she would draw her head back against those cushions a little.. opening her eyes to look up to him.. to let that gaze linger for a moment.. nothing more was said.. there was no brilliant smile.. there was no cheeky grin.. no laughter.. just realisation of what it was meaning when her heart was fluttering there in her chest.. she closed that gap suddenly.. applying her lips to his.. drawing him in for a slow.. long.. very drawn out kiss..-

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

says to Black Fingernails°Red Wi: *He was laughing about it all honestly, the way he was pretty much begging her to name the boat, to give the poor bastard a chance to at least sound good. Something Elvish would actually suit it’s clean lines, and he didn’t speak a lick of it, and he sure as hell couldn’t understand it. Besides, he wanted her to feel like she had something of her own a bit, to say to herself ‘ah see, I named this!’ and take pride in it. After all, when you name something, to take a little bit of ownership over it, and that would be a fantastic thing for her right now. When you own something, even just a little, it helps you get a little more grounded.*”Thank you sweetheart, I appreciate it. Honestly, if I tried to name this thing, I can easily see it going turtle on me, refusing to rest upright in shame of what ever name I would have pinned on it.”*It took a little more adjusting, a bit of a pull here and there, a certain amount of tension and all was right and he could leave it as it was. That was the great thing about a little sea fearer like this one, there was little need to constantly be at the till, to have to control it at all times. It was easy to leave it on a certain setting, so long as one made sure that everything was as it should be, and not left lax anywhere. Because of that he had free movement of the ship, the ability to come and go, to do as he pleased without having to adjust it much at all. He laughed softly when he saw that look of confusion when she had to think about never really being sick, how she wasn’t sure about the fact of it or not, but that she was pretty sure. Oh she was so precious, he just couldn’t help laughing, smiling often around her.*”I’ve only ever seen you get sick once, and forgive me for saying it, but it was when you got poisoned. That was literally the only time I ever saw you get sick. Of course, I’ve never had the opportunity to take you out on the water before either, and getting sea sick is quite a bit different than the regular. It’s just because your stomach can’t quite keep up with the waves, makes you a little queasy. Today we should be in luck, the weather is perfect and there is only a little chop on the water today, so mostly smooth sailing with a bit of rocking.” *He smiled then, coming up to stand before her, to guide her to stand for him, to turn and face the direction he wanted her to see. He would tell her the story of the green flash later on if she asked for it, it was just the preview, the real show coming afterwards… He didn’t try to stop her tears, he didn’t try to calm her down, to sooth her… He wanted her to let it all out, to experience it fully, without fear of judgment or shame. It was normal, it was completely natural to have a few tears when you saw something like that for the first time, the moment could get quite intense and cause a bit of water works. He just held her closer, warming her, letting her rest on his strength when she needed to. He would have chided her if he knew she might have even thought for a moment that he would have thought her anything in the negative. Maybe other people would have, maybe they wouldn’t have understood the feelings going through her at the moment, but he knew all too well. When he had held Aysil for the first time, he had broken a little inside, and when he had been away in private with that little body sleeping in his arms, he had cried. Aysil was the best thing that Sydel had ever given him, even if he had had to fight her for it, to bargain with the devil itself for her. So yes… He knew all too well how that could come over a person, and how it wasn’t something easily shaken, just something that had to run it’s course. He nuzzled softly into her neck, showering her with soft, gentle affection. He was revealing himself to her there, speaking words on his mind that he never would have given voice before, letting himself he raw and a little exposed. He wanted her to know, needed her to know that through all of this, just how important all of it was to him. He couldn’t help the little kisses he was showing on her, little feather light presses of his lips across her neck, the soft rasping of his stubble along that delicate skin. He could only shake his head, just a soft little motion, unwilling to leave her skin in these moments.*”Sybelle… I just wish you could see… Wish you could know, just how precious you are to me…. This… right here…? This sharing these moments with you, just the silence of the world around us, watching the sun come up over a new day while I get to hold you in my arms like this… These are gifts no material coin can buy, priceless in the fact that they are so rare and special, a true one of a kind… We’ll never have this exact moment again, every smell and emotion, every thought is rare and never to be seen again… All because of you…” *His kisses continued on, every now and then catching the taste of salt on her skin, from the sea and a spare tear or two that had fallen down that ivory colum. Her words right there, the simple elegance of them, the sweetness of them… His arms tightened around her, bringing her in that much closer, cradling her against him tightly. His words were a low whisper, a confession, a bit of the truth that might help her slot a few more memories in her mind.*”Everyone else was…more than content to have half of me, never realizing or caring that they were missing out on a whole part of me. They always wanted the lover, the master manipulator, or the side of me that is so dark it makes midnight look like a bright sunlit afternoon… No one ever noticed, and certainly no one cared, even when they said they love me… They were just happy with me being what they wanted, not caring if it was what I wanted, or what made me happy… After a while… I just stopped caring… There was only so much a person can take, no matter what they are, we all need to be loved… And if they gave me love for being only a part of myself, a sliver they wanted and not the whole… Well… it was enough….for a while… I just got so tired after a while I just pulled away from everyone. Then all of a sudden, when I never expected it, never thought I would see it… You came out, like a flower pushing your beautiful lilac head out of the ashes of our lives…. You’re so precious to me Sybelle… More than you will ever know maybe….”



(11:30:02 )

ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ



ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

...

: *He continued to cradle her there against his chest, feeling her lift his hand, to press her lips to the back of it… Her words, saying that he was the one that rescued her… Perhaps, in the most….basic sense he had. He had given her the power to push back, to tell Sydel to kindly fuck right off, and let someone else take a hold of their lives for a bit. Still, what did that matter though, what did it really pan out to? She was still the one who had come out, had fought to enter the world on her own. He had just given her a little booster, evened the playing field, a bit of a leg up and that was it. She had freed herself honestly, he had only shown her the door, given her the key to unlock it. He shook his head, his breath softly fanning over her skin as he spoke, taking the occasional soft little nibble.* “I didn’t free you, I wish I could say I did something that amazing, might have redeemed my back soul a bit… All I did was give you a little bit of a booster, showed you the door and gave you the key, you were the one who opened that door and came into this world love. That…was all you…” *Her next words… Oh God….how did he answer that? He knew she had a lot of spunk, a good deal of backbone, and more than enough wit to navigate this life… It was just… He was afraid… Afraid that when she remember… When she saw how he had been… She wouldn’t want him then, not as she was now, and she would remember all the cruel, evil things he had done with her, or rather, with Sydel… He was also absolutely terrified that when she did remember, that she would lose this sweetness about her… He finally had her… God he had looked for her for so long, so hard, tried to supplicate his need for her with a thousand watered down imitations… He didn’t want to lose her now that he had her, even if it meant she would always be just a little bit broken, just a shade fragmented. It wasn’t as if she had any great memories, something worth looking for, worth remembering… Please forgive him, he just didn’t want this innocence, this beauty to be tainted or lost… He rested his head on her shoulder then, his fingers curling in against her delicate little rise, her shoulders dropping just a shade.*”No baby… nothing like that… You’re one of the pluckiest women I’ve ever known, you take the hard knocks of life, and dole them back out in turn… It’s just… I don’t think you have any memories worth finding… You’ll remember a part of me that… I don’t ever want you to see… You won’t be able to look at me as I am now, and believe that this is how I truly am, because all you will remember is how I was…. I don’t want your memories to spoil you as you are now, to dampen that gorgeous smile, the way you look at the world… I don’t want to lose you as you are to your history…” *She would turn in his arms then, looking up at his, locking on as she asked him that simple, yet obvious question. Oh, how could she ever even thing it might not be so? Even Sydel who had stabbed him so many times he rather resembled a much abused voodoo doll, even for her he had never left her behind, never left her when she needed him no matter what the situation was.*”Oh Sybelle, you don’t ever have to ask that, to wonder if I would ever be there for you or not… I’ve stood behind you for so long, even when you didn’t know it I was there, I’ve always been there… If… God forbid… But if that does happen, I promise you, I will bring you back home... I won’t let you lose yourself, ever. I’ll always bring you home, no matter how far you might wander… I swear it.” *It was the truth too, if she was determined to remember, she would do it. All he could do was hold her hand, try to light her way, to keep much of the darkness at bay as she went down that rabbit hole of memories. It was shortly after that when he guided her down onto those plush cotton cushions, soft and supple for all they were on a sea faring vessel. Magic was awesome for that, no matter how hot and dry, or muggy and wet it would get, the boat would never rot, nor would those cushions ever molder. He wanted her… He did, he would never deny it either, the way he felt as though he were sick with the wanting of it all. Yes, she had put him in his spot and she had been right to do so, but how much was he meant to endure of this sweet torture? She wasn’t seducing him, she was calling him home, to rest inside her as though salvation rested there. It had nothing to do with sex, but with him, such things would always be closely tied in together. Love and lust were damn near hand in hand right now, his love for her coupled so poignantly with the desire to watch her as he loved her, to see every little flicker there, every nuance of her face that he could wring out. His hands were sliding up her body slowly, caressing her so intimately, skirting that balance between sweetness and seduction perfectly. He could feel each heavy, almost leaden throb of his heart, the way it was matched by his own lust. He was on fire, his whole body hurt in the most amazing way that had nothing to do with the work he had done this morning to get them out to sea. He had straddled her then, warming her, sheltering her from the wind and sea spray. He had begged her to let him keep her, to hold her for as long as he could, as long as she would permit. He wanted her so desperately, in so many different ways that his head just couldn’t keep up, in a way that his heart couldn’t understand as it constantly beat out of rhythm. When she had replied, those soft, enchanting words in elvish, he had never once felt so utterly incompetent in his life… He wished he could speak it really, to share that world with her, to ingrain himself in that part of her life… Those soft brushed of her lips against his were torment of a hellish degree, making him what to take just that spare bit of space, to steal her lips… He was rewarded for his patience when she kissed first his right cheek, then his left, whispering the translation for him so he could understand. Oh God… His chest felt like it was on fire, like he was running a deadly high fever, aching as though his ribs were all broken. He couldn’t breathe, she had stolen his breath, his ability to talk right with it. His fingers curling in just that bit tighter along her neck, twitching, shaking as she kissed him. He would part his lips over hers slowly, sweetly, temptingly. The top of his tongue would slide along, to tease, to beg sweet entrance into her mouth. When they parted he would plunder her mouth, to soak up and savor that sweetness there, letting himself get high, drunk on the taste of her. There wasn’t an inch of that delectable hot cave of her mouth that he didn’t explore, that he didn’t dive into, to stroke with his tongue while his teeth nibbles her lips, learning their decadent marshmallow softness.*



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ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ

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: *He groaned again, the sound was torn from his throat, from somewhere deep down inside himself that only she could get to. He broke that kiss, pulling back, lust evident in every single line of his face. Lust and love, a sweet compassion, the most tender regard for her. He reached down and pulled that t-shirt off of his body, his abs flexing, his chest muscles tightening with the action as he lifted it over his head. He tossed it to the side of those cushions, his hands finding hers, drawing them up to rest against his chest. A silent invitation, a free pass to explore his body, to lean the hard flat planes of his muscles, the dips between each grouping. His hands would slide down her arms, caressing those long delicate lines of her forearms, to stroke the little dips of her elbow, the gentle swell of her upper arms before he would cup her shoulders there. His face was so intense, the way he was looking down at her, his heart crystal clear in his eyes, even if he couldn’t see it himself. It was one thing to say you love someone, but quite another to feel it with every fiber of your being, with every beat of your heart. There was nothing he could really say to that, what she had said had been the most beautiful thing he had ever heard, the meaning behind it all just stole him, heart and soul. His fingers slid up just a bit more, to lightly dance along the sweet little bows of her dress.*”Sybelle…”*There was a question in his voice, a request, a plea… She had put him in his spot, and because of that, he wouldn’t seduce her no matter how badly he wanted to. He took liberties in soft little touches, sweet caresses, a few kisses… But he wanted so much more than that right now, he wanted all of her, to love her right there on that little boat with nothing more than the rocking of the ocean and the cry of seagulls on the wind. She needed to want it too though, not because he had made her so lusty, so hot from touches that she could think of nothing else. He wanted her to be free of that fog, to be thinking of exactly what it would be, and to make her decision because she had that freedom. If she wanted to tell him no, then he would respect that, but if she said yes? If she said yes, the world would probably shift for the both of them, it would be an entirely new experience for the both of them.*