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| Life and death... new beginnings or the end?; -Toran's place | |
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| Topic Started: Sunday, 9. February 2014, 23:54 (1,345 Views) | |
| Toran | Thursday, 13. February 2014, 23:08 Post #41 |
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"You give me more things to smile about than anyone I've met in a long time. I've got friends I trust with my life but... well, I trust you with my heart. I guess that's something." His voice was soft and deep and he chuckled softly as he set her down and kissed her thoroughly, his hands reaching down to cup and give her ass a squeeze. To remind them both that just because he didn't have the blood to spare at the MOMENT... didn't mean he wasn't still interested in her. He winked a frost-blue eye and smiled again, laughing. He was getting a handle on remembering to breath in and out. It was just a matter of setting a reminder for himself in the back of his head. A soft in-out-in-out-in-out to remind himself. It didn't cost him anything to keep doing it that he could tell. He was happy. That horrible nagging terror and weight that had been weighing him down for so long was gone. He left like he could laugh and smile and spin all night. His face gleamed and he leaned down, carefully tracing his fangs across her neck with a rumble. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 14. February 2014, 02:17 Post #42 |
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"That's everything..." to trust someone enough to give them your heart? That meant everything to the Brujah he was holding in his arms and which instinctively arched into him when his hands slid down to give her ass a squeeze. The blonde standing on her toes to keep her arms around his shoulders, even if it did little to even out the height difference between the two of them. It at least let her stay close to him, blue eyes gazing into his. "And I'm so happy you trust me with that..." so very happy. She scritched the back of his neck lightly with her fingers, content to just stay like that with him for a while. Out there in the cold of night on the roof top of what had once been his bunker but which was now their home. His and hers, together. "I love you. I know I keep saying it and I know you're gonna grow sick of it, but..." the blonde smiled at him, looking into those eyes which she loved so much, soaking up every little gesture of affection and kind word he had for her. "I love you... and I'm so happy I met you" |
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| Toran | Friday, 14. February 2014, 14:12 Post #43 |
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"So am I Lilbit. You are a wind of good fortune that blew into my life. Astounding to me on every level." He smiled at her and lifted her up again, cradling her against his chest. Maybe it was stupid and macho, but he genuinely enjoyed when she had her arms around his neck and was cuddling close to him as he carried her. It made him feel good to have her sheltered in his arms and hold her close. He seemed content to just hold her, standing there with her in his arms, unmoving, uncaring of the elements. He was amazed at how little pressure his body exerted on him to move. Those little nerve messages urging him to twitch and fidget. The muscle tension, fatigue, all of it was gone. He felt like he could stand in this position forever without a problem, especially if it meant holding her close. It was sort of fascinating for him. He wondered how it would affect his machine working. How this new stillness and lack of muscle fatigue would affect his tool use. Would his muscle memory remain now that his muscles were dead? He'd have to find out. But not now. Now he was content to hold Lucy until the time came for a change. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 15. February 2014, 14:10 Post #44 |
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And they could easily stay like that for long while, just the two of them wrapped in each others arms, the blonde marvelling at how happy he looked. How free and just, relieved really, that look in his eyes was. She could honestly stare into those eyes for hours. So, it might just have been a few hours for all she knew before she spoke again. "Do you wanna do anything? Go anywhere? I don't uhm, really know what would be the best thing to do tonight" Lucy said with a slightly sheepish smile. "Do you have any questions?" she had tried to cover as much as she could beforehand, as far as vampires and the changes were concerned. But, it wouldn't be strange if he had questions or if she'd missed anything. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 15. February 2014, 14:37 Post #45 |
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"None that I can think of at the moment really. I think I'm just happy to hold you for a while. Want to watch a movie?" The huge man grinned at her and walked with her cradled in his arms. When he got to the hatch he simply stepped off the edge and dropped down with a thump. Setting Lucy down he half climbed back up enough to lock down the heavy metal hatch and slide the closet odds and ends back in front of the ladder. Then he scooped her back up and smiled as he walked her into the living room. It had never occurred to him how easy it would be to hear a movie when nobody in the room was breathing. Unless Lucy felt compelled to bring about more changes, he was pretty happy spending the rest of the evening just curled against her and letting himself adjust to the new way of things. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 15. February 2014, 14:52 Post #46 |
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And she would happily spend the rest of the evening like that. Curled up in his lap, watching a movie while resting her head on his shoulder, her arms around him. The first night in the rest of their lives. |
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