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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 21:40 (888 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 28. February 2014, 00:15 Post #21 |
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"I hope it won't come to that" the blond slipped her arms around him and curled up to the much larger Brujah, burying her face in the corner of his neck while she closed her eyes and took in his scent. "I really hope it won't come to that..." because while there was a big chance any chance of a reconciliation with Mac was already dead and over with, she still wanted to hope that some point, somehow, Mac would at least speak with her friend again and find neutral ground for the two of them. Even if she was likely to forever despite Lucy for what she'd done. The Swede could sort of deal with that. But she didn't want to be the thing that broke Toran's friendship with, as far as she knew, his only real friend. The young blonde's small hands brushed lightly over his back and his shoulders while she stayed like that, skin to skin. "And I hope you own't hate me for this..." for what she had done to him, for what she had turned him into. She knew, logically, that it had been his choice. But it had only been possible through her and she had, inevitably, been the one to go through with it. |
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| Toran | Friday, 28. February 2014, 00:26 Post #22 |
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"I chose this Lucy. If I were going to hate anyone, I'd have to hate myself. I asked you to change me and you did. All you did was what I request." He kissed her nose and shook his head, his frost-blue eyes gleaming as he regarded her. "I don't think it'll come to that, I really don't. Whether she knows it or not she's mellowed a lot since she came to London. I think she'll freak for a month or more, then suddenly realize she's ok with it and come back around. At least, that's my guess. She might feel the need to whoop on me a bit. But if she didn't kill you then, she probably isn't going too." He relaxed, stroking her back calmly, staring upward in thought. "But it's good to consider all possible things, as it stands. It keeps us safe. I want to make sure we're safe for a damned long time... and planning how to defend against Mac makes that task easier. Less likely for us to suffer in the long run if at some other point fire wielding ghouls might come for us." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 28. February 2014, 23:26 Post #23 |
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Her body partially draped over his, the blonde cuddled up in a manner that let her rest comfortably against his larger frame. Her head on his shoulder still as one hand was left to trace light random patterns across his chest. In all honesty? If she could, for the rest of her life, fall asleep in those arms and wake up in them, she would happy. and she would take on whatever hardships life decided to throw their way. Because some things were worth fighting for. "I always feel safe around you" Lucy smiled. "Ever since that fight day when I fell asleep your arms without thinking abut it...? I was scared when I woke up without being able to understand where I was. Until I realized I was bathed and dressed in your hoodie, laying in your bed which you'd let lock so only I could open it. That right there changed things for me... and I can't see them ever changing back" she smiled. "I like this..." and with those three words it was as if she was saying she hoped Mac would let her friend have that. That... whatever it was the two vampires shared, whether or not the ghoul thought it an illusion. Because it made them happy. |
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| Toran | Friday, 28. February 2014, 23:35 Post #24 |
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He held her in his arms and smiled at her, stroking her back. "Yeah, I like this too. I can't say I'm all that unhappy with how things have been turning out between us darling. Having you with me keeps me calm. Makes me happy. I could enjoy spending eternity like this." He rested his head against hers. They were the same temperature, that didn't bother him, he liked it. He felt like it was the perfect temperature to be. It was almost hard to tell where he started and she began when they lay against each other like this, matching. "Have you thought about moving the shop into the downstairs? Your tattoo parlor I mean. I emptied all my equipment into the warehouse and down into the underground basement so the space would be open for you. If you enjoy having it as a dojo, we can outfit it more professionally. Get some pads for the walls, the floor. Set up a kata mirror and leave the weight lifting area alone in the back. So we can practice our sparring." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 1. March 2014, 18:16 Post #25 |
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One leg draped over his hips, the blonde smiled when he spoke, never feeling as relaxed as when she was with him. "I've thought about it. I mean... if you don't mind then maybe I should. It's not as if I need the apartment, and moving the tattoo shop here would make things a lot easier as far as commuting goes" of course,s he'd also be out of Camarilla territory. Which, for what little it was worth, meant that it wasn't as if she could get bitched at for allowing non-Camarilla members in her shop. It wasn't any of the Prince's business to begin with, but you could never be sure with a Ventrue. "I mean, it's not as if I need the whole place. There would probably be room for both a tattoo shop and training space, with the front and the back room" Lucy lifted her head slightly, just enough to kiss his throat with gentle lips. "What do you think? It's your place after all. I don't want you to feel like I'm taking over" Sure, she called it home. Because it was home. But it was his building and his place. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel crowded by her. That wouldn't do them or their relationship any good. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 1. March 2014, 18:31 Post #26 |
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"Love, this entire floor has three bedrooms, a full bathroom, a kitchen and a massive living room, along with a walk in pantry. The floor below us has the front room, and a near warehouse sized open space. Under that I built us a basement bunker complete with a small self-contained sanitary dungeon and then broke into the basement of the warehouse next door, which has been sealed off, giving us an entire warehouse worth of space down there. Then I got contacts and bought the abandoned warehouse, had it reinforced, bricked it closed and turned the entire warehouse into a machine shop, completely with an office and storage closet and a second floor I have NO idea what to do with, all secured by vault quality doors. I think I definitely have enough space for my tools that I won't mind turning the first floor into a tattoo parlor. Hell, if we needed two the second floor in the warehouse has no windows and could easily be turned into secured haven doors for itinerant vampires, or prison cells if we really needed them to be. I thought about putting in a pool room and shit and letting you invite the other Brujah over as a club house, but aside from George they don't seem the socializing type." He stroked her back and chuckled, his deep voice rumbling as he regarded her with frost blue eyes. It was true too. He'd managed to turn this building and it's partner next door into a fairly large, easily secured bunker. Minimal entrances, all monitored by camera. It was as safe as he could make it with his knowledge of modern technology. Of course, one of the greatest safety features was the fact that not many people really grasped just how big it was. When the door to the warehouse was closed it looked like a large tool closet, even had power tools hanging on the vault door to add to the illusion. The iron security hatch for the ghoul box and the sub-basement were hidden under the martial arts padding. It would be easy to think that the spiral staircase leading up here was the only place to go once you got into the back room. Paranoia at its finest. It was almost too bad they didn't have more friends who needed a place to stay. It wasn't like they were using the kitchen anymore, and while they'd turned one of the bedrooms here into a bit of a BDSM dungeon for fun, they still had an emergency bedroom here, and like he said, all the space on the second floor next door was squirrel away for use by "Craig Electronics" |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 1. March 2014, 19:29 Post #27 |
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He ought to know, by now, that when he chuckled like that the blond couldn't help the small shiver that would rush down her spine and make her bite her lip with a dreamy look to her blue eyes. It was just one of those effects he had on her and had had one her since they'd first met, and which didn't appear to be going way any time soon. "Mm... living big huh?" she chuckled, flashing him a bright happy smile there she looked up into those blue eyes of his. Hm... they'd been almost silver when they'd met, then turned back to their natural blue as her blood had started to sustain him. She'd loved those silver eyes, but truth to be told she loved his blue ones just as much. "Well, it's settled then, as long as you don't mind the people who'll come by I'll set up shop downstairs" it could be fun! She liked creating things and now she'd get to create a new tattoo studio. Her old place she could sell, it wasn't as if she needed it any more. Though, she'd give her Sire a call and ask if he'd prefer hanging onto it as a sort of "just in case" thing. Either way? New studio! It would be awesome. "You might have to help me with a name" |
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| Toran | Saturday, 1. March 2014, 19:38 Post #28 |
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"Well, your old place is the Pink Squid, this place is bigger and you already painted a pink Kraken on the door. So, how about Blue Monkey?" He said it completely deadpan, staring at her with amusement. He'd gladly help her build the first floor into whatever kind of shape she wanted. They could easily put a wall halfway across the first floor and knock open the walls separating the front room and the second to give it a windowed affect and still let them have room for the dojo in the back. Not to mention keep the stairway to their house, the hatch to the ghoul box and the side door to his warehouse out of common domain. Should have about as much floor space as the shop she had now, maybe a bit more. And since she wasn't in any hurry to hire assistants, they didn't really need more than one or two chairs set up for her to work on with a comfortable waiting nook. "Should be doable. We can put up a could solid interior walls to close off the dojo area and the entrances to other areas in the house. Knock some viewing ports in that front room wall so people can watch you work. Get a couple of heavy duty padded benches and chairs so friends and other customers can wait around and watch you work. You know with the graffiti kids running around and how well your Christmas cookie event went, there'll probably be more than a few neighborhood kids willing to come in and get inked from you. Since you decided to play the part of neighborhood Mom so well." Not to mention between the two of them wandering the streets every so often, violent crime on THIS block had gone way the fuck down. People were actually planting small gardens, cleaning their turf up. This little block looked good and it amused him to think that a blood sucking monster and her now ALSO blood sucking monster, had managed to help make that happen. Then again, that stand up reputation went a long way towards the people around here not asking questions about their late night habits or any of the other shit that went down. After all, two paragons of the block wouldn't be causing trouble, would they? |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 2. March 2014, 00:45 Post #29 |
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"What did I ever do to deserve you?" the blonde smiled, because while she wasn't putting herself down by saying, she did wonder. As she hadn't actually ever managed to picture herself finding someone with whom she felt so safe, so loved. It was a feeling far too good for her to ever want to let go of it. So she would hold onto it for as long as she could and hope that it was strong enough to last them through their life together. "I have a man who loves me... who looks after me and makes me feel special... Who invited me into his home and his life and didn't ask for anything in return.." her hand trace through the hair on his chest with a smile as she scratched her nails lightly across his chest. "You're amazing, you know that? even if your humour sucks... Blue monkey... my ass" of all names that's what he came up with? It really did deserve and eye roll. "Mmm... I need to get you a ring" wasn't fair that she was the only one who'd gotten a ring. One which, when she didn't wear it on her finger, was always hanging from a chain around her neck. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 2. March 2014, 15:22 Post #30 |
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"All predators find mates, and some mate for life. I can't say you should be surprised to have found one yourself. It's not like you're THAT awful." He kissed her slowly and stroked her body against his, smiling at her with a deep rumbling purr, letting his legs wrap around and through hers. He didn't have quite so much blood that he'd be ready to go again without making him a bit more hungry than he wanted to be while still so new at hunting. Which was a shame, because Lucy did calm his sex addiction wonderfully. Still, their previous session of aerobics would keep him calm for the rest of the night. "And my original thought was The Pink Kraken, implying you had scaled up." He regarded her with his frost-blue eyes, they were still surprisingly silver, though not nearly the metallic orbs they had been with the Nosferatu blood in his system. It was a family trait, they all had the same eyes. His grandpa Chalmer used to jokingly call it "Craig Ice" when he referred to the family eyes. "A ring eh? What kind of ring would you like to get me?" He wasn't going to offer to make the ring she might want to make him unless she asked. He didn't think she'd find it romantic to have him craft his own ring. Besides, he knew she'd want to find something special for him. She was a romantic like that. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 2. March 2014, 23:00 Post #31 |
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She was such an addict when it came to him, the desire to be close and to be held always there when he was around. It needn't be sex, that was just a bonus of being close, as she was perfectly happy, specially after the round he'd given her, to just curl up in his embrace and soak up every little touch of affection. "Pin Kraken might work" the blonde grinned, finding that it was quite a fitting name actually. "I was considering the City Chameleon, because the kids are always repainting the place, but, your suggestion might actually be better" Lucy smiled while sliding her leg against his, brushing her ankle slowly along his leg. "Mmm, and I dunno. Just.. you made me this really sweet, really nerdy engagement ring and I didn't have one for you" one hand was slid free so she could hold it up and wiggle her fingers, one of which was adorned with said ring. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 2. March 2014, 23:15 Post #32 |
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"Pink Chameleon? Best of both worlds?" He chuckled stroking her body slowly with his hands. He was tempted to just bite her again, in fact he lifted her, sliding her up along his body until her neck was over his mouth, letting her feel his fangs brush her skin with each word. "You know, as long as we're trading the blood back and forth..." He trailed off, letting the implication be clear what he was offering, then he slipped his hands down to cup her pert muscular ass. Until he hunted again they wouldn't be having traditional sex, but really, the vampire way gave more pure PLEASURE, as it stood. He thought the human way was good for them though, it helped them both hang onto their humanity and helped them remember what they loved about being human. "I'd be honored by any ring you wished to give me my Love. It's up to you." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 3. March 2014, 15:32 Post #33 |
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The blonde giggled at his suggestion even as he lifted her up, her body sliding along his until the brush of his fangs against the soft flesh of her neck stole her breath and caused the giggles to turn to a low whimper as Lucy bit down on her lip. It was pure instinct, the way the promise of those fangs had her craning her neck for him, offering herself to him without question or doubt. "You're the only one who gets to bite me..." the blonde murmured in a breathless whisper, squirming slightly even though he hadn't actually bitten down yet. It was just that the thought of it, the way it made her feel when he sank his fangs into her, made her body act on its own regardless of conscious thought. "Mm... please...?" wasn't as if he had to work hard to get her to plead now was it? And she had to admit, for all the things she'd worried about when it came to embracing him, it was... amazing, to be able to share the experience of the Kiss both ways. And while some considered the bond the equivalent of chains, they were still chains they chose themselves, because they only reinforced what was already there. |
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| Toran | Monday, 3. March 2014, 15:48 Post #34 |
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"I'd better be... and you're the only one who gets to bite me. That hasn't changed." His voice had a predatory growl when he said it, his arms curling her against him in a definitely possessive manner. He had no intention of letting anyone challenge his bond to Lucy and try to take it from him. He's rip them limb from limb. He'd... but his bestial thoughts were distracted by her whimper and her extended neck and his possessive growl changed into a happy rumble as he sank his fangs into her neck, sucking at her delicious vitae. He lifted one hand to push her own head against his neck, he didn't want to drain her if she wasn't taking anything back, if she was also biting the chance of his losing control and drinking her dry were MUCH lower... Besides, he still craved her Kiss in a way that even his sexual addiction couldn't displace. Her bite was heaven, bliss, pure joy. The fact that he could give it back to her now just made him hungry to bite her all the time, to see her twisting and screaming her pleasure. But control, he needed control. It was his catch word, his reminder. But for now he could focus on the bliss that was her blood and the pleasure of feeling her slim muscular body twisting and writhing on top of him. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 4. March 2014, 00:51 Post #35 |
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Whether she meant for it or not, she shivered slightly when he growled like that, the blonde apparently liking it a bit, or maybe more than a bit, that he had a bit of a possessive streak to him. Not that she wanted him to be the jealous type, not over insignificant little things, but it felt good to have him be just that touch of possessive that reminded her that she was his as much as he was hers. She felt the brush of his lips first, then the sharpness of the fangs on her skin and that brief moment of pain where they pierced her flesh before the pleasure kicked in and flooded her system. Oh... God... The moan was torn from her lips, her eyes closing tight as the Brujah merely surrendered without second thought. Something she never had allowed herself with any other vampire but him. But Toran was... hers... She was his. Toran she trusted like she'd trusted no one else and it felt almost as Heavenly as his Kiss. The physical reactions to his fangs were obvious, the way she started to writhe above him, grinding her body against his with sounds of growing need. The only reason her moans stopped, or, not so much stopped as turned muffled was because he pushed her head towards his shoulder where it met his neck, urging her to bite and drink. Something he didn't need to ask her twice to do as Lucy's fangs, already descended from earlier, sunk into the flesh with a craving for his blood that certainly hadn't grown any weaker since his re-birth. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 4. March 2014, 13:39 Post #36 |
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Toran wasn't aware of it, and given how his blood had affected her before they had embraced him, but his blood had changed. It no longer had the powerful life giving properties it once did. But it was not the average blood of a vampire either. What once was potent blood of a ghoul, refreshing and filling; now was addictive, a unique flavor as strongly addicting as heroine or cocaine. Toran of course had no idea that his blood had gained these properties, and Lucy already hooked on his once potent blood may not notice, but it was there, seeds of addiction requiring only a taste of Toran's blood to trigger. Still the huge vampire shuddered beneath her, his arms holding her slick muscular body against him as they both spasmed and shivered, locked in the bliss of the vampire Kiss. Exchanging vitae, neither truly gaining or losing as they twisted and writhed in mock sexual congress. The link was their jaws and fangs, locked in each other's necks. How long they might spend simply exchanging blood was unclear, but eventually Toran pulled his head away and licked her neck clean, sealing the wounds. He let out a deep rumble of pleasure, still shuddering under her Kiss. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 4. March 2014, 17:59 Post #37 |
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Whether or not Lucy was aware of it didn't much matter. She hadn't tasted Kindred blood other than that of her Sire in the one drink he'd given her when she was turned. And Toran's blood had been addictive since she'd first met him as a mortal. So in all honesty? He could've been aware, he could've told her and she wouldn't have cared one bit because she still would've wanted to taste him and share the bond both ways. Her head was spinning, her senses all jumbled up and overpowered by the pleasure of the moment which for all she knew, could've lasted minutes or hours. It had become but a blur or sensations and when her fangs finally did leave his flesh it was with a soft whine, almost a small pout as if she did so reluctantly. Her tongue lapping at his skin and swiping up the last few drops while she trembled in his arms. Oh... she felt drugged... But, it was such a nice high it was a drug she'd gladly try again, and again, and again... "Oh God..." her head slumped against his shoulder. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 4. March 2014, 18:13 Post #38 |
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The big man took a deep breath and slowly let it out, kissing her with blood stained lips and an eager tongue, smiling at her as he held her against him. He let out a deep rumble of happiness. "You know... I could get used to that. That was... wonderful." Much as he was addicted to sex, he had to admit, THAT circle of bliss was astounding in it's pleasure and intensity. Her blood was still the most incredible elixir he'd ever come across and getting to pull it from any place in her body with his own fangs, well, that just made it better. His frost-blue eyes were half closed as he decadently lay back in the bed and enjoyed her presence. He let out another happy little moan, stroking her form. "You don't mind that I can't make love to you as spontaneously or as frequently as I could when I was a mortal?" It was a silly insecurity. He knew Lucy was far too loyal and compassionate a lover to take umbrage in the fact that he didn't have a human's drive anymore. But he still worried a bit. He just wanted to make her happy. It was a fine line. Hunt enough to remain nearly full at all times, so they could play when it was demanded without risking the need to hunt more aggressively. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 4. March 2014, 18:34 Post #39 |
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"Toran..." it took a little effort, okay so a lot of effort, but she managed to lift herself up so she was resting on one elbow. The angle allowing her to look at him after having shared a warm, bloodied kiss. "I'd love you no matter what... Even if you ended up not wanting me like that anymore..." she smiled and let out a small sigh. "I'd miss it, I won't lie. But I'd love you no less. I'd still not want anyone other than you" she lifted her other hand to brush her fingers through his hair. "I haven't been with anyone else since I met you..." she hadn't wanted anyone else either. And when she'd given him the key to her collar, she'd sorta sealed it. Besides, while the physical between them was wonderful. Was... invigorating and liberating in a way she'd never felt before. It was still just an expression of how they felt. It wasn't the alpha and omega of their existence or their relationship. "So no, I don't mind... I got you" the blonde gave a light shrug of her shoulders. "That's all I need" and if he hadn't believed her before, then hopefully he would believe her now, having taken the first step towards being bonded to him. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 4. March 2014, 19:08 Post #40 |
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He started to comment and then he slowly stiffened and fell silent. Not quite as human as Lucy, he tended to fall into his dead stage faster than her when the sun rose, not much, not long, but by a slightly noticeable amount. His arms, holding her tight slackened slightly as the willpower behind the muscles went dormant. One hand resting on the curve of her ass, the other holding one of her legs tucked against her side, the thumb caressing her thigh gone still. His face fell to the side, but there was a warm and loving smile on his lips. His frost blue eyes simply stared at the wall, unfocused. Pale blue with rings of silver around the outside to give them that distinct Craig color. He'd been about to ask her to hunt with him tomorrow, since they'd need it and because with his addiction he felt compelled to penetrate her body at least every other day. It unfortunately meant he had to feed somewhat more often, but it was worth it to him. The only one he wanted was Lucy at this point, and needing blood to even simulate the act meant his control on the matter was far stronger. Besides, the only climax he experienced from it came with the bites. But the mental stimulation sated his cravings. Even if he was a bit too cold and logical by nature to truly achieve a romantic climax anymore. Now that Lucy was biting him, that didn't matter. She could bite him in return when she climaxed and still give him the joyous ending that they were so used to achieving. |
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