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Post by Dante "Pet" Leo on Jan 28, 2007 15:52:13 GMT -5
ooc: is it obvious that i'm a girl? *points to title and the hearts* haha...sry..had to add that in ic: Minutes seemed like hours. He rubbed his face until it burned. He paced around the room probably a million times over, passing in front of the mirror to look at himself, actually wondering whether he would look appealing to her in this state of mind. "I am SUCH an idiot" he actually yelled it out, allowing his face to become red again, but this time not because of embarassment, but because of anger toward himself...but also the strange predicament that fate had installed upon him. Not even the most comforting memory --his mother and sister when he was young-- was able to calm the fury and turmoil that his mind seemed to be in. Could she have done this? Was this some sort of trick....a cruel game that an evil little demon actress was playing out? He suddenly felt sick. This felt worse than the blade like fingernails which had pierced his skin...hours....days ago. The door opened slightly, but he didn't even seem to notice. It wasn't until he felt a light tap on his shoulder that he realized someone was actually standing there next to him. Panic flooded his veins at a million miles a minute at the thougth that Acerina might have heard him....seen him. He turned around in a swift movement, only to see a very small servant girl who looked so young but by her face, was older than her body would have led one to believe. "Is there anything i may help you with?" the young girl's voice was so soft it took a good ear to hear her. But even through her strange physique, Dante found something attractive within her, a sweetness that he couldn't find anywhere else at the moment, and that he was aching for. The girl seemed to be trying to smile. Dante thought for a moment. The warmth of this person was so relieving right at this moment, that even though he really didn't need her for anything, he asked her to stay. They sat on the edge of the bed and talked a bit. She seemed overly curious about him and he began wondering whether she had a thing for him as well. He tried to avoid her questions by giving vague answers, at least to the one's he felt were inapropriate. She seemed delighted however, when she heard his name. Her face was radiating as she stood up and looked at him from head to toe, as Dante sat confused. "What's you're name?" he finally asked. "Elisa" she responded with a strange rythm to her pronounciation. "You have the same name as.....never mind" he began, past thoughts that had been forgotten until now coming back in his mind. "Actually...there is something you can help me with" *** Some time later, Dante's lack of sleep caught up to him. He laid on the bed awkwardly positioned, his body forming somewhat of an arc on the covers, and closed his eyes, intending only to rest until Acerina came back. But the strange events had taken a toll on him and he found himself dozing off in no time. His arms spread out to each side of him, he lightly held a beautiful red rose in his left, to which was attatched a small note that would, when opened, read: I'm sorry
And then unfold further down, another word written near the bottom: Really
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Post by Acerina "Ace" Lamielle on Jan 28, 2007 16:57:45 GMT -5
Ace had taken up residence in the garden for a while. Then after the garden she had gone for a walk. All night she had stayed out, and when she returned she refused to go near her room. Then, still a bit angry, she had gone out once more looking for a fight. She had gotten it alright.
What were the chances that she would have found the prophecy children? Well she did... and all the trouble that came with them. She fought and she fought... she tore that baby boy apart. Manuelle was his name? She tore him apart feircely. She had such animousity toward the male gender.
Because of her fight with Dante. She had wanted to... she had wanted to cause someone, anyone, such pain. She didn't care who. After that fight... she did feel a little better. Well, emotionally at least. Physically she was in a world of pain. After that damned guardian caused an earthquake and she was thrown about she was covered in cuts, gashes, sore muscles.
Ace was a mess. Finally she could not ignore her room sany longer. She needed to wash up and change. She glanced down at her tattered pajamas with a grimace. Her eyes were stinging again. They'd been doing that a lot these past days. She stared forward at her ornate doors before pushing them open silently. Her plan was to walk in like she owned the place, which she did... but first she checked to see if he was wandering around.
She didn't spot him at all. With a sigh of relief she stepped inside and snuck to her closet. She grabbed a pair of fitted jeans and a tanktop and then went for her bathroom. As she left the doorway though she jumped and nearly yelped in surprise. She saw Dante on her bed. She calmed down though when she noticed he was asleep. She was going to just keep going at what she was, but she was drawn to him.
She walked over to the bed and leaned over him. He looked so peaceful asleep. 'Damn him. How can he be so calm and sleep when i'm so angry?' she thought, with a growl. Then she spotted the rose and note. She carefully crawled on the bed over to him and took the rose and note carefully from his hand. She opened it and was surprised to see the words 'I'm sorry.' scrawled across the page.
As she continued to unfold it it read 'Really.' Ace's heart stopped a moment and then she breathed out. She slumped over, her arms trembling as she held herself up. That stinging sensation was coming back to her eyes again. She bit her lip and then turned to get off the bed again. She threw the rose back toward him, but then suddenly snatched it up again. She held it to her chest a moment and then continued up to her bathroom to clean up and leave again.
She left her clothes lying on the bed, ready for her to pick up and leave with them when she was finished washing her cuts and whatnot.
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Post by Dante "Pet" Leo on Jan 28, 2007 19:31:01 GMT -5
His eyes opened slowly as he thought to have heard a gentle clinging sound from nearby. He stretched on the bed in order to get the blood flowing through his veins again, and as he did this, he noticed the rose had dissappeared from his hand. He panicked and sat up abruptly, but was relieved to see her clothes on the bed. So she had gotten the note. By the sounds he heard, even light ones, he knew she was in the bathroom, and at the risk of having her come out undressed, he plopped himself back down on the bed, on his stomach this time, face down in the covers. He was still tired anyway.
He didn't dare say anything, although he wanted to. There was an odd smell in the room, an unfamiliar one. He turned his head very slightly and noticed a tear in her clothes. "Are you alright?" he mumbled slightly, just enough so that she could hear. He was worried about her....and he didn't even know why.
His hand reached up to his leather collar, and pulled at it. Why all this? It simply made no sense. "Do you hate me?" his heart ached as he said these words, for fear that she would say yes. There was some sort of desperation in his voice. He didn't hate her....far from, yet it felt so much like hate, burning in his heart, tearing through his limbs like a rampaging fire. He ached for her figure to appear around the corner, so that he could see her face.
He pushed his face back into the covers again and closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of the bed in order to avoid that unfamiliar one. It felt as though he had been there for years.
ooc: crap post...sry
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Post by Acerina "Ace" Lamielle on Jan 28, 2007 20:38:47 GMT -5
Ace was scrubbing her wounds clean, raw. They were bleeding all over again, but at least it was fresh clean blood. Disinfected. She rinsed off the blood that she could and pat it all dry. She then came out tearing at a bandage with her teeth. She could have sworn she heard someone.
As she came out she saw Dante turning over. So it had been him. He asked how she was. Was he worried? She shivered at the thought. He was face down in the covers now though. Thus she took the opportunity to strip down and put on her cleans clothes while he wasn't looking. She had just slipped the tanktop on when he mumbled something else. Something that made her heart stop.
'Do you hate me?'
Ace felt like she'd throw up. No, she didn't hate him. Of course she didn't hate him. She was angry, but she didn't hate him. She crawled onto the bed and laid down on top of him, sliding her arms under his body. "No." She said simply, she couldn't explain it further. If she tried... she feared she'd cry. She rubbed her cheek against his shoulderblade.
She then stood up and slid off the bed again. She slipped into her jeans and shook her hair about her shoulders. She sat on the edge of the bed a moment and sighed. "I don't hate you, pet. I hate myself." It was the truest thing she'd ever said to anyone in her life. She hated herself more than she'd like to admit and yet she did. To Dante alone.
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Post by Dante "Pet" Leo on Jan 29, 2007 7:02:26 GMT -5
He felt like such a child. Hiding under the covers like that. But there was no reason for him to put on a mask for her. If he was going to live there for the rest of his life, he would live as himself and not a pathetic human simply begging for his life every five minutes. No. He would stay strong for as long as his body and mind would allow him to. But he couldn't tell if this situation with Acerina was helping him do that, or tearing him down further. Could he really be sure that this wasn't a trick? Well he would simply have to take that chance.
No
It felt as though a rock had been lifted from his chest....or a blade smoothly slipped out of his flesh. The pain was still there, but it was relieving pain and it felt strangely good. Yet he was frozen in place by the word. He felt her arms around his waist suddenly, and the muscles which she touched seemed to shiver uncontrollably. He couldn't move...he didn't want to. He felt her body leaning into his and he took a deep breath. Her touch was so delightful.
She left and he almost begged for her to stay there. But he kept his mouth shut. When he heard the further shuffling of clothes, he figured that it was a good thing...she wasn't even dressed. For that reason only, he remained face down a few moments longer.
I don't hate you, pet. I hate myself.
Why? He just couldn't understand. I'd rather you hate me he thought, no...I want you to hate me. She was hurting...at least he thought, and he felt so helpless about it. He finally turned his head to look at her, and after a few moments, he crawled to her side of the bed, pushing his head onto her lap as he kept his gaze on her face. "Well don't" he didn't need to know why if she didn't want to tell him. But he almost hoped she would tell him.
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Post by Acerina "Ace" Lamielle on Jan 30, 2007 18:44:14 GMT -5
Suddenly Dante's face was in her lap. She looked down at him and sighed as he told her not to hate herself. How could she not? She was ... she was liking the company of a human. As a demoness it was basically forbidden. Or... well... it was frowned upon at least. There was no real rule that said she couldn't enough a human's company...
Ace ran her fingers over his temple gently and then smiled gently. "I'll try not to, pet." She said, but she hardly meant it. How could she not hate herself? She kept asking that question of herself and each time she neglected to find an answer. Ace brought her finger down his cheek and almost ran them over his lips, almost.
She stopped herself though and removed her hand completely. If she went there... It was too late. The images replayed in her head of the previous day. She closed her eyes and turned her head away. Just thinking about it was making her anxious. Her chest was tightening uncomfortably and she could only think of the kiss. How much she liked it... how much she wanted to kiss him again.
She had never felt that way about a demon before. Not about anyone before. She wanted nothing to do with anyone except her sister. Now though... now Ace didn't know what was going on. She got angry at Dante, but rather than killing him she stormed out of her room and left her home for a while. She came back, missing the stupid boy... and seeing him made her want to kiss him, that damn note made her... her... feel something.
Ace slid out from under Dante's head and stood up. "I... I... I'm going... no I..." Ace put her hands up to her face and shook her head. "I don't know!" She slumped her shoulders and turned back to Dante. "I'm sorry about the other day, pet. That kiss... it'll never happen again. Don't worry. I don't know what happened to me."
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Post by Dante "Pet" Leo on Jan 30, 2007 19:23:47 GMT -5
He couldn't understand. Why did her hand seem so soft? Sure, he had noticed the softness of a feather before, but he found so much more pleasure and satisfaction in the feeling of her skin. It was as though he had never experienced softness before at all! He closed his eyes, as though cast into the lightest of sleeps by her hand, all the while his heart was pounding at their renewed cloesness. He just couldn't understand, and although there was a part that wanted to, there was also a part of him that didn't. The agony and pleasure of mistery.
He was hoping the feeling wasn't real....that of her sliding out from under him of course. He wished she could pet him forever. Pet her pet. He sat up reluctantly, rolling his shoulders back as he still wasn't even completely awake after his decent nap. He rubbed his face lightly, half listening to what she was saying,at least until he heard...or thought he heard those fateful words.
I'm sorry
Wait...had she just apologized to him? And for what? His eyes widened as his full attention was now devoted to her. She was sorry about the kiss, and now he almost regretted having heard those words which had almost inspired hope in him. There was a sudden anger in his heart, which seemed to rear up from nowhere. He remembered the incident. She had gotten mad at him...then kissed him and then gotten mad at him again. What and she thought he would just go along with this, like a punching bag? Or a toy? And then he suddenly remembered...but he was her toy. His gaze shifted to the ground.
If he was going to do anything about it, it had to be now. He had to stand for himself now or never. And he would make a point.
He was confused, enraged, determined .... and perhaps even in love. Which made this situation all the more exciting and dangerous for him, dangerous for his heart. He stood up suddenly to his full height and took the few steps it did to get to her. He took her arm forcefully and swung her onto her bag, pushing her on the bed in the process. He didn't waist any time. He immediately climbed on after her, stradling her body with both his legs and arms. He didn't care if those claws of her went into his chest again. He would take the pain, no matter how bad it was.
His furious eyes locked with hers, and it almost seemed as though they were beginning to water slightly. But the glimmer in his gaze would surely make it more effective. "So what am I?" he tried to control his voice, keeping his jaws clamped close together. "Am I you're cat?" his body pressed against hers as he rubbed his cheek against hers and immitated the purr of a feline in her ear "You're dog?" he licked her cheek in one quick movement "Or you're human?" he pushed his face into her neck, his lips pressing against her collar bone as he kissed her with more passion than he had expressed since he had met her.
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Post by Acerina "Ace" Lamielle on Jan 30, 2007 19:47:12 GMT -5
Ace's body was tensed to move toward the door and yet she stayed firmly rooted where she was. She didn't want to leave him, but she felt embarassed by her words and actions. It was the first time in her life that she ever had. Ace was cocky, full of confidence and self-esteem. She acted like a queen while being only a princess. That was Ace.
So what was this sudden timidness? Acerina shivered as she thought about it. It was a her she didn't know. How could she not know herself? She caught movement in the corner of her eye and turned her head to see Dante... angry? He came toward her and before she knew it she was on the bed with him over her. When had that happened?
Why hadn't she fought it? Did she even want to? Why was she scared? Why was a demon scared of a human? Ace felt her breathing speed up as the confusion of all these questions grew on her. They closed in on her. She felt suffocated and afraid of what Dante might do. He was standing up for him. Would he... would he leave her?
The fear spiked in her chest and she felt herself latch her slender fingers around his arms, but not in a painfully tight manner. Only then did it register what he was doing. He was asking her questions. First he purred and rubbed against her. Her breath caught a moment. Then he licked her. Her heart stopped. Finally, he kissed her collar. Her heart rate sped up uncontrollably and her breathing became labored.
She didn't understand this situation at all. She felt helpless... no... hopeful. It was all too much. She'd never not been in charge. Ace couldn't breath. She struggled to sit up, but she didn't push Dante away. She just felt like she was being crushed. She wasn't used to this feeling of no control.
He wanted to know what he was to her.
My man...
That's what her heart said anyway, but her mouth didn't move at all. She couldn't say it. She couldn't let him know that he had so much weight on her life as a simple human. How could she answer him then? "My pet... more than a toy, but less than a lover. A... friend." She choked out. It hurt to say those words... but she couldn't admit it. Not that... not even to him. Her eyes glazed over with tears and she swallowed the growing lump in her throat.
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Post by Dante "Pet" Leo on Jan 30, 2007 20:43:37 GMT -5
He could feel her breathing....almost panicking beneath him. But he couldn't stop. His desperate feeling of anger and frustration wouldn't allow him to stop until he got an answer, until he made it clear what he wanted and she understood. He almost wanted to yell at her, but he at least managed to prevent himself from doing that. He didn't hate her, and he didn't want to give her that impression...it was bad enough that he felt as though he needed to do this.
He felt her touch on his arms...slightly harsher than her carresses but not as harsh as he had expected. And for that reason alone, his mind did not linger upon that thought. He didn't even bother to glance toward the beautiful hands. He couldn't even bear to stare at her eyes for more than a few seconds at a time.
He made room for her to sit up, as though his fury had been tamed by that simple gesture, by her reaction....which could only be guessed in what she didn't do. He stayed close however, staring at her lips, waiting for words to come out of her mouth. His heart was pouding again, not because of their closeness this time, but because of the rush of emotions he felt, because of the excitement and desperation of what he had just done.
My pet... more than a toy, but less than a lover. A... friend
He felt as if he were going to cry, but he didn't. He wanted to hug her, but he didn't. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to scream in her ear again, but he didn't. More than a toy. Maybe she wasn't his pet...those words made him hopeful. Less than a lover...he wasn't sure what he wanted to be in her eyes, but he certainly didn't want to be nothing. A friend. That seemed to perfectly encompass what he wanted from her...at least for now. His desires in that word alone were satisfied. He felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
In an attempt to make her feel better, he very softly leaned in and kissed her cheek gently. It was an honest kiss, a friend's kiss. "I'm going to take a shower" he said decidedly, needing something to relax his muscles. He had been nothing but tense since he had gotten to this place. He got up and left her to think...or do whatever she wanted to do at this time...which he really couldn't fathom. A good shower was all he was craving right at this second. He walked into the bathroom, shut the door and undressed.
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Post by Acerina "Ace" Lamielle on Feb 1, 2007 15:02:20 GMT -5
Thankfully... or maybe unfortunately... Dante's rage and forwardness were quelled by her words. He calmed before her eyes and seemed content with her description of his role in her life. Ace wasn't sure if she could mirror his feelings. She was surprised as he kissed her cheek so sweetly. In fact, her heartbeat faltered again and she could do no more than blink in response.
He got up to shower, but Ace remained in her spot on the bed. She watched him enter the bathroom and for a split second she smirked and considered peeking on him. However, she shook her head of the thought and actually blushed at the idea. 'Highly inappropriate, Acerina!' she thought to herself. Instead she sighed heavily and flopped down to lay on the bed completely.
Her eyes wandered to the ceiling and she took slow deliberate breaths as she tried to organize her thoughts. There was little result from her attempts, but she was content to have tried. Constantly, though, she was interrupted by thoughts of Dante. Of his sweet kiss that burned on her cheek still. Of his earlier aggression that had stunned her so thoroughly. it made her shiver to think he could stop her in her tracks, put her at a loss for actions.
Ace rolled over onto her stomach and covered her head with her arms. What was happening to her? She had only met the boy a few days ago... enslaved him to her... he was human. Yet, she could not stop thinking about him. She could not stay angry with him. She could not ignore the feeling of his hands upon her or his lips. It was too soon for feeling of that kind. It would always be too soon for her to fel for a human.
'I'm going as batty as Nollie.'
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Post by Dante "Pet" Leo on Feb 2, 2007 18:39:53 GMT -5
He let the soothing warmth of the water wash over him. He had taken away the bandages on his shoulders, wounds which had been inflicted on that contraversial day where he had met the demon princess and had become her 'pet'. The claw marks had healed suprisingly well, but that certainly didn't prevent the horrid sting that the slight touch of water created as it rushed over his shoulders for the first minute. But he took the pain, and as he stood there a moment, it subsided and he was finally able to take in a relaxing breath. He felt strangely at peace now. He couldn't tell whether it was the satisfaction of having stood up for himself and obtained a response from Acerina, or whether it was the response itself that made him....happy.
He stood there, immobile for quite a bit, allowing the hot water to rush through his hair, across his face and down along his body. For some inexplicable reason, this was the best shower he had ever had. But as his mind re-played the memories of that day where he had become a slave, his thought suddenly stopped on that friend he had left behind in the human village, the one he had surely saved from a possibly cruel death at the hands of the demoness herself.
Will I ever go home? his eyes suddenly snapped open and were flooded with the shower water. He shook his head away and turned around. Would he ever see the mortal village again? His friend, neighbors....and suddenly, he thought of his sister who had dissapeared so many years ago, snatched, according to a witness who seemed barely reliable, by a demon and taken into the forest.
There was a sudden urge within him to leave, even if it meant traversing a whole demon kingdom to find his way home. There was a new ache in his heart, apart from the strange feelings he had felt so far because of...who knows what.
Right then and there, he walked out of the shower, not even bothering to turn off the water. Grabbing a towel and quickly wrapping it around his waist, he burst out of the bathroom and inhaled deeply, his eyes full of that determination but that lacked his previous fury, as if he were about to make the announcement of a lifetime. But when he saw her laying on the bed, and thought of the strange situations they had been in....even in only the past few days, he simply breathed out in desperation.
I can't do it... he thought, cursing himself for actually having thought that he might ask her to go home. It wasn't only because he figured she would say not that he had shut his mouth. No, far from. The sight of her brought up that strange emotion...I can't leave her....she needs me wait...had he just thought that? Why would a demoness need a human after all? He sure didn't know, but he just had that intuition that he couldn't leave...and that he wouldn't, even if he could. Great...she's got me spell bound.
It was only then that he realized he was basically stark naked in front of her (still the towel around his waist of course). He needed to come up with an explanation and quick. "Um...I was wondering if i could get some clean clothes." stupid comment after all that, but he did need them.
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Post by Acerina "Ace" Lamielle on Feb 3, 2007 10:14:49 GMT -5
Ace had just been starting to relax to the sounds of the shower water running, muffled by the walls and doors, when suddenly it became too loud and she heard the bathroom door creak. Ace didn't really want to turn over, but she did, a little worried at what caused the commotion. She turned over onto her back and sat up a little, glancing over at Dante with one eyebrow raise.
Her eyes scanned his face for fear, but only found... something that confused her. He looked like he wanted to say something, declare something... but instead he just asked for some clean clothes. Ace furrowed her brow. She had the feeling there was something else, but rather than bothering him about it she just nodded her head and slid off the bed. Her eyes looked him over in the towel inconspicuously as she made her way to her closet.
She went inside and rummaged through some ambiguous teeshirts and jeans she had from other vi...visitors... and just because guys shirts were more comfortable. She came back out with an array for him to choose from and walked over, holding them out for him to take. (assuming he took them) Ace smiled a little and ran her hand over her hair, flicking off a sheet of water. She laughed a little and then turned and started back for the bed. "Was there anything else... you wanted to say or ask?"
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Post by Dante "Pet" Leo on Feb 3, 2007 10:39:55 GMT -5
He was suprise by the calmness of her movments. Compared to the turmoil that had suddenly reared up in his mind, she seemed overly calm. It was as if he assumed she could read his mind, and suddenly realized she couldn't. He had intended to take a shower to relax himself, but unfortunately, it had only brought on more confusion and desperation within his mind.
"Thanks" he took them in a quick hand and started toward the bathroom, halted by her next question. Yes, there were a million things he had to say, he had to ask. "um...no, that's all...thanks again." he dissappeared in the bathroom, but with his one hand holding the towel, and the other holding the clothes --and not to mention that the last thing he was thinking about was his privacy-- he forgot to close the door again.
"So tell me" he figured they should proably try to talk again. It would probably be best for him to find out more about her in a relatively calm situation. "You have a demon Kingdom clearly. There are...other Kingdoms on this island? With so many creatures?"
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Post by Acerina "Ace" Lamielle on Feb 3, 2007 11:18:42 GMT -5
Still turned toward the bed, Ace frowned at Dante's words. He clearly had something else he wanted, but he wouldn't say. That made him quite upset. Why couldn't he ask or tell her? She sighed heavily and turned to watch him enter the bathroom, and not close the door. Ace sneaked closer to the entry and continued to watch him a moment, but then with a scarlet blush rising on her cheeks and a feeling of more inappropriate behavior she turned her back against the wall next to the door so she could see nothing.
She slid down the length until she was seated on the cold marble floor. Her knees drawn up closer to her, she rested her crossed arms on her thighs. Dante was asking her about the island, it's kingdoms. While this could have been what he wanted to ask, Ace still felt that it wasn't. Her frown deepened. However, she answered him, "There are others. The Elven kingdom, Angel kingdom, and Vampire kingdom."
"Then there are places, like your village, which belong to none of them. The center, the shore, the mountains... the lake. Ace shrugged, though Dante couldn't see it. "Are you thinking of visiting some other kingdoms? I wouldn't really advise it because you're my pet now and that means you fall under the demon category... other kingdoms might not be so welcoming. However... if you wanted to go... I wouldn't stop you."
What was she saying? She wouldn't stop him? She'd just let him leave and put himself in danger and possibly never come back? Ace felt her chest seize and grow cold. She didn't like that idea, but she realized... she wouldn't stop him if he chose to go. It didn't make sense to her. Why wouldn't she stop him?! Ace wanted to cry for a moment, but she slapped her cheek lightly and shook her head to gain control of herself. She was being stupid. If she wanted him back she just had to go get him.
No problem...
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Post by Dante "Pet" Leo on Feb 3, 2007 11:38:14 GMT -5
He listened intently and gazed toward the door momentarily, panicked suddenly at the realization that he had left it open. Well, it was too late now. He emerged, fully dressed and noticed her sitting on the floor. Was there something wrong? Had she detected his discomfort. Damn i should've come up with a better excuse.
As he listened to her speak, he realized that she was answering that question he didn't dare ask. Would she really let him go? Of course, he wouldn't go wandering off into other Kingdoms, he would simply return home. If he could that is. He walked over to her and crouched down, placing his head on top of her knees as he leaned against her. His eyes were full of some sort of 'thank you'. But at the same time, he seemed upset about something, upset about something he couldn't figure out.
"I won't go" he mouthed "At least, not for a while" he leaned into her further and closed his eyes. He had gotten used to being close to her, and he liked it, although his heart always pounded furiously when he touched her. That couldn't be helped. But somehow, it created some sort of adrenaline rushing through his veins, and it was....soothing.
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