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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 20:46 (678 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 20:46 Post #1 |
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Having quietly slipped away, because there were some things she just didn't want to listen in on when it was obviously it was very personal and emotional, the Brujah made her way upstairs to look for the Ghoul who'd up and left in a bit of a hurry when she'd yelled at him. Fuck, she felt bad for having done so... She'd been so careful never to order him around but, she'd thought for sure things were going to Hell and she would've preferred taking the hit herself than see him come to harm. So.. she'd yelled. And he'd ran. It quickly became evident that he was no longer in the building though when she felt the draft of cold air snaking in through the open hatch he'd more or less ripped open in an attempt of getting out of there as quickly as possible. Shit, he was outside... Lucy felt a hard lump form in her guts as she quickly followed in his footsteps, making her way up onto the roof of the building where blue eyes quickly scanned around for Toran while the elements showed their ever lacking empathy as they tugged at her clothing which was in no way enough for the current weather. Which again meant that what he'd been wearing wasn't enough at all... "Toran?" the worry seeped into her voice as any thoughts of hurt and anger had been replaced with concern and guilt. "Toran?" she raised her voice a bit more before turning and catching a glimpse of his form. "T...." she caught herself running towards him but slowed as she got closer so she could kneel down next to him and reach out a gentle hand to place on his shoulder. "Toran...? Toran, I'm sorry...." |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 20:56 Post #2 |
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The muscular man was shivering, a bruise showing on his ribs as he groaned. Damage from striking the iron staircase in a flying tackle most likely. Frost-blue eyes opened to look at Lucy in despair. "Failed you Lucy. Jeopardized your Haven, threatened your existence.... all for this stupid addiction. So sorry." His deep voice was so soft, almost hollow as he shivered. He wasn't quite at the point where his skin was turning blue, but he was shivering hard and his arms and legs had already started to lose their temperature as his body drew the heat inward. He hadn't been out long enough to truly pass out from the cold. Still he was dangerously cold and a simple black kilt was far too little for a man his size to be wearing on a night bordering on freezing temperatures. Though perhaps more dangerous is the black circle of personal failure his mind was racing in. Over and over again and around and around the idea of how much danger Lucy had been in spun through his head. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 21:06 Post #3 |
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"What are you talking about, baby..." she frowned, a pained expression crossing her features as she reached out to brush her hand over his cheek before moving to help him out. [b9"C'mon... we need to get you inside. We need to get you warm..."[/b] she'd never seen him like this. He looked so... broken... And the pang of guilt for having caused it hit her hard. "Please Toran... come inside with me.." the Brujah was strong enough to carry him if needed be, but, it would be hard to get him inside through the roof hatch if he didn't want to move himself. Her touches though were gentle. Her skin no colder or warmer than it usually was but probably a sharp contrast to the cold that had taken hold of him by now. "Please..." Lucy repeated softly, sure as Hell not about to demand anything of him. But more or less pleading for him to come with her. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 21:18 Post #4 |
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He struggles to climb to his feet, shaking his head heavily, his jaw rattling as he tries to keep his shivering under control. He felt clumsy, realizing he couldn't feel his hands or feet very well. "I just... I thought George was going to hurt you; and it was my f-f-f-fault." The stutter was more related to the cold than his depression, and he hissed in pain when he moved his arms, the dark black stain of a bruise traveling over the left side from his ribs striking the stair rail. His frost-blue eyes staring at her. "I don't want to cause you to get hurt..... ever." It wasn't really the best TIME to have an emotional conversation considering his lips were now starting to turn blue and the roof was groaning under their combined weight. It hadn't been happy to have Toran alone moving on it. He stumbled, trying to get his hands around the rope he'd have to climb down to get to his own roof. The 20' drop more than his numb legs could handle. "f-f-f-f-f-fe-feel like a f-f-f-f-f-fail-failure." His shivering was getting worse, though Lucy did provide some heat, he slumped against her, his hands clumsy and awkward as he couldn't control his fingers very well. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 21:24 Post #5 |
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All of her own emotions got stuck in a hard lump in her throat. Stupid emotions. Feelings of anger and hurt just because he'd been with someone else? Fuck that. She'd said it was okay, so feeling betrayed just because of the choice of location? Stupid and petty... And it felt worse when seeing him like this. "Shhh... you're not" she whispered softly, supporting him as they moved. The Brujah needing to get him inside as soon as possible so she could help warm him back up before any serious harm came to him from the cold and the biting wind and weather. "You're not a failure, never, Toran..." which was true. He couldn't be, not in her eyes. Lucy was as careful as she could possibly be, winching slightly at the sight of that dark bruise and how it affected him. The Swede recognizing a busted rib when she saw one. "C'mon... we'll get you inside, I'll warm you up. You'll feel better once your system is able to catch up.." she hoped. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 21:44 Post #6 |
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Toran regarded the ledge and grunted. He looked at her and then tried to flex his hands, but he couldn't make them work right. "This is gonna suck hun. You're going to have to tie the rope around my armpits and lower me down. I can't climb like this and I'm too awkward shaped for you to climb and carry." He was focusing, trying to keep the cold from bothering him. He was starting to burn the last of the blood in his system, but he had to pick. He could reduce the damage the cold was doing, or he could try to fix his rib. He couldn't do both. He just wasn't good enough yet at healing himself. Either way, the rope was a bad answer. There was a good chance it could turn a cracked rib into a broken one. But that'd be survivable if they could get him inside where it was warm. And... well frankly jumping down 20 feet when you can't feel your legs was a really BAD answer. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 22:02 Post #7 |
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"Baby..." he was gently pulled close enough for her to lift herself up onto her toes to kiss him. But not to feel the touch of his lips as to share with him the blood she knew he needed to be able to patch himself together. At least enough to chose one, be it to deal with the cold or the broken ribs. Enough so that she would be able to get him down from there safely. Because without that first vital steps covered, she could do nothing else. The Swede's lips lingered on his for a few moments, the taste of her blood flowing from the inside of her lip where she'd bitten herself and to him if he would take it as she wouldn't pull back until she felt a change in him. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 22:14 Post #8 |
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He didn't refuse her, but he didn't truly feel he deserved her blessing. Still he wrapped his numbed arms and drank her in, reveling in the taste and focusing on repairing his body. The fresh infusion of blood replacing what he had lost was already helping reduce the damage he was taking from the cold. By focusing on the rib he'd be able to help her get himself out of the mess he'd made. He had the relief at least of knowing that he hadn't feed her recently enough for her taking some back to be a problem. The odd quirk of blood that balanced their relationship in odd ways. Still huddling against her body and shivering he was able to bring back sensation to his fingers and toes. He was very lucky that he hadn't been own long and the damage had been mostly minimal. He was able to pull away and start climbing down the rope. The black bruise along his ribs had already faded to faint blue and ugly yellow and brown. Still, he couldn't withstand the cold forever, so it would be best to get him out of the cold soon. "Thank you, love. I don't deserve you. We'll fix this addiction of mine. Somehow." His voice was soft and dark, already stronger than it was. She'd shaken him out of the despair he was in and gotten his brain to working again. Things weren't great, but they weren't as awful as the shock and fear over her had let his mind portray. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 22:34 Post #9 |
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The Brujah shook her head,offering him a smile as she followed him down and helped him back into the building with one simple goal: to bring him back to the apartment and the shower. Because more than anything he needed to get the warmth back into his body. Which meant there would be no stopping and lingering on other things. Be that emotional matters or broken doors. All of those could wait. His health could not. "C'mon..." he was lead into the bathroom, the water turned on and the heat turned up as deft hands made short work of her own clothes and his kilt so that she could move them both in under the hot spray of water. The Brujah continuing to help hold him up though helping him stand so that he'd also be able to use the wall for support. She didn't say much, though used her hands to rub his back and shoulders. Leaving one arm around him while freeing one hands to continue down his arm, then shifting to do the same to the other arm, trying to help his blood circulation. Heh, and to think she'd avoided the shower because of... well fuck that. Her focus was him right now and nothing else. She just needed to make him feel better and to know he was alright. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 22:54 Post #10 |
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The steam and hot water from the shower were already doing marvels. He looked at her as she rubbed his back. Then he turned and took her elbows in his hands, regarding her. "We've got to talk Lucy. I fucked up. Just because you are willing to let me have other lovers, doesn't mean I should be shoving it in your face. And what happened with Roisin. It was almost too dark. She was flirting, trying to use her assets to gain bargains. A dozen when do it. But she pushed too hard and I almost took what she wasn't willing to give. I THINK I had enough self-control to stop myself, and it ended up that she wanted it anyway. But... It's not OK that things happened here. I want you to know I didn't PLAN for it. Every time the blood is in my system my drive gets... intense. Almost more than I can control." He looked at her, his eyes downcast, sadness in his expression. "I don't want to hurt you. I never want to do that. I felt that way even before your blood sustained me. I just don't know how to handle this mess. With sex being such a strong human component to being a ghoul, I can't see that cold turkey would change anything." He took a deep breath, regarding her with sadness, but also intense love. "And as much as I love you, I don't think spending every hour of every night from now until the end of time fucking is really going to be good enough for us." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 23:17 Post #11 |
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She opened her mouth as if to speak when he he started talking, but simply fell silent instead. Those big blue eyes of hers looking up at him as he spoke, truly listening to what was being said an how he said it. "Toran..." where was she really suppose to begin? The hot water falling over them was slowly creating a warm steam that rolled out of the shower and across the floor where their clothes had been left. The room heating as well, the tiles catching the warmth as the water washed over them. "I want you happy.." she said after a few moments, settling on saying the most important thing first. And that was it. "I'd never ask you to give up other lovers for me, knowing that I'm not enough... knowing you wouldn't be satisfied with just me. I'm okay with sharing. I made my choice, I'm yours and only yours. And I okay with you being you... Just... " the Swede gave a small shrug of her shoulders and a brief smile. "Please...it's not so much to ask that you don't fuck someone in the room right next to where I'm sleeping, is it?" because she only asked that. That while willing to share that he didn't shove it in her face. Just like she was careful about how much she did when feeding off men. She knew he felt weird when he saw her with others, even if all she did was a bit of kissing and maybe heavy petting. But even so, she made sure never to go further than she had to in order to get close enough. "I know you wouldn't ever hurt me on purpose" she added softly, reaching up to brush er hand over his cheek. "You haven't hurt me now either.." Lucy reassured him, knowing what she'd felt earlier was petty at best. What she wasn't really grasping though was that when he talked about sex, he talked about more than a want. She wasn't getting that he was talking about something akin to an addiction. Which was why she looked a bit confused as to what he was saying. "I... I don't really know how to help... if you stop drinking the blood you'l..." die... and she didn't want that. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 23:32 Post #12 |
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"That's just it honey. I don't want anyone but you, not really. Nothing romantic at all. I just... when a woman walks by if she looks good my body demands that I want her. So far I've been able to hold that off, just take the urge and wait for you. This time I failed to do that. The temptation was too strong. It was like... being an alcoholic and having someone flicking drops of whiskey into your mouth. Even if you prefer wine and keep yourself to a few glasses a week, you might not be able to stop from gulping it down once you taste it. You know?" He didn't know if that made any sense, but he was trying to make how he felt clear. Because, that was sort of how it made him feel. "If the same situation happened, I don't know if I'd be able to stop it from repeating. I want to say it wouldn't... but I don't feel in control of this. I will do everything in my power to never rub it in your face... but I do worry that the cravings might get stronger than me." He knelt so his head was lower than hers, wrapping his arms around her waist and staring up at her with his frost-blue eyes, returned to what they once were by his bond to her. "I don't know how to help either. It's not your blood that does it... it's all vampire blood... and you're right. If I stop taking it, I die. I want to be with you, always." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 23:39 Post #13 |
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"I..." could deal with him being with others again. However, she couldn't deal if he ended up taking from someone without their consent. Not because he was that kind of person, she knew he wasn't. But if the drives were as strong as he told her, if the desire and the need became stronger than him then... he might end up hurting someone. And while she wasn't a saint, far fucking from it, there were some things she couldn't allow. "Toran..." her arms slipped around him, fingers gently closing in his hair while her other hand came to rest on his shoulder."I want to be with you too..." she said softly, her own blue eyes staring into his. Heh, he'd had those silver eyes when they'd met, only having regained the blue colour once her blood had been in his system for a while. She loved those eyes. Both when they'd been silver and now that they were blue. Loved the way he looked at her. "I... I can petition the Prince for the right to Embrace..." it was... much too soon, the answer would be no. But, she had to try right? "Maybe I can broker a deal somehow..." though God knew what she really had to offer him for such a thing. And Toran... she didn't want to get his hopes up only to crush them with a no. There had to be something she could do. Right? Because she didn't know what else she could do to help him. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 23:47 Post #14 |
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He shifted until his back was against the wall, soaking up the heat from the steam and tile around him. He drew her down into his lap and nodded, regarding her. He knew how frustrated and scared that offer probably made her. "It might not be a bad idea. And... if the answer is no. Well, we can try locking me down in the ghoul box for a while. If I get your blood but only get sex when I show I'm in control, maybe we can train that self-control up, build up my discipline." He didn't want to hurt anyone either. Didn't want to be confronted with the darker desires. So far he'd not slipped. Lucy helped him ease those dark desires, kept them from growing stronger through neglect. "Or... we could try to increase some of the ways we play. I don't know if it would help to get a bit more... volatile. I like the way things hard between us. I don't want for us to have to change because of a weakness in my willpower." What a hell of a thing to say to the woman you love. Hey hon, my self-control sucks. Can I rape you frequently to help my shit impulse control be less dark? He shook his head in a fit of self-disgust. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 23:57 Post #15 |
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"I'm sorry..." the last words she thought she'd be saying that night were softly whispered as she sat down in his lap, still under the spray of the warm water that continued to wash over them. "I didn't realize..." she'd failed that badly. The Brujah had honestly thought that being with her had helped enough to quell some of those desires. Had thought that heh, it would be enough to keep him from losing control. But, that wasn't the case after all. The swede gave a weak smile as her hands idly moved over his shoulders and his chest. Just touching with no real reason or thought behind it but to keep touching. "I'll petition the Prince..." she nodded. Though already aware of the answer she would be given, she was trying to think of anything, anything at all, that she might be able to offer in return for such a thing. Unfortunately, she was coming up blank. Fuck, she'd never even thought about Embracing anyone before. She'd hoped for time with him like this. She liked this... But, she'd honestly do what she could to make sure he was happy. And if this was making him unhappy, then... yeah. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 16. January 2014, 00:15 Post #16 |
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"Lucy, listen. You haven't done anything wrong. It's not that sex with you doesn't HELP. Because it does. This is the first time I came close to losing control, you know? I don't know if I would ever lose control again. I might not. I just know that on top of the joy I feel having sex with you, I sometimes feel compelled to have sex. Even when I'd rather just relax and spend time with you. I don't want to degrade my feelings for you by turning you into some kind of medicine instead of what you are, the woman I love." He feelings were pretty clear on her face and he wanted to make sure she knew that nothing was a result of a failing on her part. Even now his body twitched from reaction of having her near him. At a time when it was totally inappropriate and he'd spent all day sating any kind of desire he might feel. It was madness. "It's not that I ever don't want to have sex with you. If you ever decided to fuck me to death I'd die happily. But... You're more to me than just a sex object. I don't like ANYTHING coming along that has the power to make me do things that hurt you." His voice was soft, but sincere. Even with water dripping down his face and beard his blue eyes were focused on her intensely. He felt he was failing to really get across what he was trying to say; expressing himself wrong. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 16. January 2014, 00:30 Post #17 |
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The hand at his cheek cupped it gently so she could lean in and kiss him. A softly lingering touch that was first broken when she pulled back to speak quietly. "I love you... And I'd love you were you human, werewolf, Brujah, Nosferatu... anything. I'd still love you" she hoped he believed her because it was the truth. That no matter what she would continue to love him. "If it wasn't for the cancer I... I wouldn't have wanted you as a Ghoul. I would've just wanted you as you..." "And I'm happy you love me..." her hand lifted from his cheek to brush through his hair and move a few wet strands of it from his face by gently picking it up and tucking it away with nimble fingers. "I just wish I could do more" she furrowed her brows slightly with a light tilt of her head. "I'd do pretty much anything for you to make sure you were happy, safe, content..." the Swede said truthfully. But, what was she suppose to do when she couldn't provide those things for him? "If what I have to offer to even get close to that is myself then..." then she rather be his medicine than to be unable to offer anything else at all. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 16. January 2014, 00:41 Post #18 |
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"Ummm... at the risk of sounding like one of those god awful movies and shit... would you... marry me?" Because that's how Toran rolls. Naked in the shower, almost frostbitten with a just healed broken rib after fucking some other woman in his shop and nearly getting his lover beaten to death by her own Boss... fuck yeah... better propose. The sheer, massive stupidity of what just popped out of his mouth blinded him for a moment. But he actually, meant it. In an odd way that was uniquely his and thus at the completely wrong timing. But, the thought had crossed his mind before. Sorta crossed hid mind when he was making that star sapphire ring for her around Christmas. He hadn't really had the nerve to tell her that the nickel sized crystal in HER ring was real sapphire. Yeah, it still worked as a lavender flashlight, but that's because he was a nerd, if a slightly romantic one. It has crossed his mind a couple of times since she'd given him the key to her collar. He'd hesitated asking because he thought she'd just think it was something caused by the bond and he didn't want her to think that. But, if there was a chance he'd be getting embraced, well, she'd be as bound to him as he was to her, if they kept trading blood. If that was the case he'd never know if she'd have said yet BEFORE she drank his blood. Which... he realized was the reason she'd given him that collar and they'd had that talk before she gave him the second and third drink. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 16. January 2014, 00:56 Post #19 |
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Heh, that ring which hung from a chain around her neck? The ring she'd kept with her every night since he'd given it to her? No, she hadn't realized the gem in it was real. She still carried it, even now when, quite frankly, it was the only thing she had on her. Because it had been a gift from him. "You...." the blonde wasn't sure she'd heard him right. Wasn't sure if he actually meant it or if it was just one of those things that had been spurred from a moment of fear and guilt which, given the circumstances, might very well have been the case. Which meant she hesitated, not because she didn't know what answer to give but because she was trying to determine where that had come from. Vampires shouldn't cry. By now, someone somewhere was bound to be making jokes about Brujah's crying. If nothing else it wasn't more than a single tear and the water diluted it quickly as she stared wide eyed at him. "You... you mean it...? Don't you...?" she whispered. He still had a chance to take it back. Brush it off. Whichever he might choose. Edited by Lucy Fehrer, Thursday, 16. January 2014, 00:56.
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| Toran | Thursday, 16. January 2014, 01:06 Post #20 |
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"Yeah... I mean it. I mean, I dunno how we'd make it official but I'm not really worried too much about the paperwork. I mean, the US has a half dozen federal warrants out of me by now and I'm sort of an illegal immigrant. But... maybe George would wanna do a ceremony... or would that be a Prince thing er... something. I'd say we could have Jams be the flower girl but she's 24 and one of the other guests might eat her.." The muscular man was, frankly, babbling. And blushing, which was impressive to look at on a man whose skin was only just regaining a healthy blood flush as his circulation kicked back in properly. He still kept his arms around her, in fact they tightened a little as he automatically assumed she was going to run screaming from his insanity when the reality of his question sank in. That'd be the smart thing to do anyway. "I mean... Lucy Craig sounds kinda good to me but I don't know your family traditions and it probably wouldn't be as humorous really and I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything." He was looking at her more nervously, frowning a little and actually chewing his lower lip. "I mean... I figure Sawyer could sorta help me pick out what to wear and weird as it sounds I'd love Mac to be my best man and everything. I must sound like an idiot...." He was actually... squirming a little, blushing darker by the minute and looked ready to continue babbling away for a while. |
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