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| Resisting Change; For Illid! | |
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| Illid | Nov 23 2011, 08:22 PM Post #26 |
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Illid took a moment to decide whether or not he wanted to let Jack have more alcohol. While he wanted her inhibitions relaxed he didn't want her to be completely falling down on her ass drunk. Still, she wasn't completely gone yet so a little bit more couldn't hurt in smoothing along this line of questioning. Certainly wouldn't cause any illness or black outs, he hoped. "Half a glass wouldn't hurt." He finally responded to the barkeep, waving a hand dismissively. His own glass was lifted to his lips and the contents drained. There would be no more for him that night. Despite his fairly standard tolerance for alcohol he had no desire to fuzzy his senses. He liked to keep them sharp should he be afforded the chance, and there would be no advantage to getting sloshed with a 15 year old werewolf having identity and father issues. Chimer of course had no intention of biting Jack. His only objection to the girl was her bony shoulders that offered slightly less cushioning to hsi scaly body, but at the same time she was more affectionate than Illid and he was enjoying the special attention. Unlike other snakes Chimer seemed more aware of those around him and what they were doing, almost seeming to understand or at least have a sense for the nature of what was being said to him. As the girl spoke to him a quiet hiss was heard and his tongue flicked out a few times, but he made no threatening motions. There was a bit of amusement cast in his pet's direction but he didn't pay him any mind. It wasn't uncommon for the serpent to take a sine towards people on occasion. Besides, there were more important matters to discuss than the agreeable nature of his pet. Like Jack's issues, for example. If there truly would be no progress made in the atmosphere of the bar then he would move their conversation else where. As before stated, there were some lines that needed to be crossed before he could begin his work. It would all come in due time since this was only the start of their journey, but the demon was eager to begin. "He doesn't sound like a very admirable man." Illid commented idly. "When you're done with this last bit of Brandy we should head upstairs. You shouldn't have to worry about close listeners..." His words trailed off with a quick glance around the bar. it might be better after all as who knew just what kind of people had come in to escape the rain, and whether or not their words could somehow get back to the village Jack had fled from. It was unlikely but he supposed there was no harm in playing it safe, for the time being. As the serpentine male's gaze was cast about the bar a certain commotion had begun towards the back. One man had grabbed the other's throat in a vice like grip, the victim of the attack grasping at the hands and trying to free his wind pipes from the crushing hold. "You bastard you did sleep with her, I knew it!" The angered man accused. Earlier Illid had heard some murmur about a certain man and the wife of a certain other man, and glances had been cast in these two's general direction. The barkeep would swiftly make his way over to the pair to break up the fight while the rest of the bar looked on in fascination. Illid took the opportunity to reach behind the counter and take the half full bottle of blackberry brandy. His gaze flicked to Jack and he held an index finger to his lips as a sign that she should be quiet before the bottle was tucked away into his pack. By the time everything had been settled the demon was sitting calmly at the bar, fingers idly drumming along the counter top. |
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| Jack Tvastar | Nov 23 2011, 09:46 PM Post #27 |
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Jack perked up, obviously quite pleased as another healthy slosh of brandy filled her glass. This time, however, she sipped it much more slowly, trying to imitate the way Illid had prolonged the drink. She jerked her neck a little, making it crack, but she was careful not to disturb her new slithering little friend. She frowned a bit, however, as he commented about her father. “...It’s....he... I’ll tell you upstairs.” She looked around, not wanting to complain about her father with an audience about. She was ashamed of herself, but she had no time to dwell on that unfortunate feeling when a sudden commotion broke out on the other side of the small establishment. Her eyes widened a bit as she saw one man’s hands clasped around the others, threatening his wind pipe. There was something else- something new- hunger as she watched the display. She turned back to Illid, she wanted to grab his hand again, to move upstairs and away from the oddly alluring match of male power. Instead she saw his hands were busy, tucking the bottle in his pack as if it were the most honest and moral thing to do. Her head tilted, eyes widening and she looked around anxiously, but stayed quiet as his gesture had suggested. Instead she drained the glass again and stood, taking a moment to find her balance, leaning on the bar. Finally though she started to move, stopping to make sure he was following as she insisted, “Lets go upstairs...” She made her way over to the narrow stairs that lead to the rooms. “Hold on little snakey...” she told Chimer as she ascended the stair. The room they had the key to was the last one in the dimply lit hallway, marked with a crudely painted number. Inside was a large bed, a dresser, a window seat and a large window with moth eaten curtains- it was not a lavish dwelling, by any means, but it was alright if not a bit cold. Jack flopped down in the window seat and pulled the curtains open, peeking out at the rain as it battered the window. “Illid....” She said his name and looked back, turning and pulling off her boots, letting them fall with thuds to the floor and then wiggling her toes a bit, happy to be barefoot, “How come you stole the bottle?” The alcohol had had the desired affect, head lulling just a bit as she glanced around and then back out the window, smiling a bit at the rain clouds like they were long lost friends. “...You know how sometimes people just need to die because they’re bad?” She looked at him, “Well I...I think...I did something bad...Do you think I’m one of those people who should be killed?” Her eyes filled with tears. It was an unfortunate side affect- the alcohol and exhaustion made her emotions seem magnified but, in her drunken and traumatized mind, totally justified, “I-I don’t mean to be a bad person! I don’t remember- I just...” She was starting to get hysterical again. |
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| Illid | Nov 23 2011, 10:37 PM Post #28 |
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Jack's confused fascination with the squabbling men was quite interesting to behold. Just what was going through her head he could only guess, but he was at least aware of the lines it traveled along. More surprising was her initiative in extracting them from the room, which Illid would not argue about. He smiled as he followed her upstairs, hopping over every other step just for the fun of it before he reached the short hallway at the top. As expected this tavern was nothing special, the second floor was little more than the handful of rooms they passed in the hall to get to their own rented one. Once in the cozy confines of the guest room Illid reached down and untied his boots before kicking them off to the floor beside the door. His pack was placed on the top of the dresser and he produced the pilfered bottle of brandy from it to rest proudly beside it. It was a nice vintage. Despite having enough money to buy it should he really want to it seemed more fitting to acquire it this way. Stealing wasn't viewed as an act of desperation to him, after all, just another challenge. "Why not?" Illid asked Jack. "I don't feel particularly bad about it. So I'm not going to worry." That said the serpentine male made his way over to the bed and flopped back on it. A little hiss of contentment was heard as he folded his arms back behind his head and enjoyed the warmth and comfort the quilts beneath him offered. As Jack spoke Illid listened to her words, carefully considering each of them and then the effect they had strung together in her chosen fashion. Her reasoning wasn't surprising, but he quickly had to scare off any notions of self-pity or loathing that had begun to form in that naive little brain. "That depends. Do you want to live?" Illid asked, glancing over at Jack but remaining in his comfortable position on the bed. "If your will is stronger than another's, then your will will prevail. It doesn't matter what you do then. Other people...you judge them for yourself, whether they should live or die, or even if YOU just want them to die. Or to suffer. That is your will. As long as you do this all the right way no one will be able to exact such judgments on you..." There was a pause of silence as the demon thought over his own words. "And you don't really have to worry...after all, I would never judge you, Jack." The assurance was sickly sweet, but genuine none-the-less, and that was the key. For his tutelage to be perfected this girl had to trust him, depend on him, like him even. So some niceties were required. |
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| Jack Tvastar | Nov 23 2011, 11:02 PM Post #29 |
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This man, her new companion and probably the only person she had left in the living world, spoke of stealing in such a way that it was more a game than a crime. It puzzled her already confused mind, and she just stared out at the rain, a hand resting against the cool glass followed by her cheek. That icy smoothness was so refreshing it made her sigh. Her vision was swimming a bit- she should’ve stopped after the first glass but despite the fact she was leaning on the glass she tried not to show how intoxicated she felt. His little hiss when he fell back was followed by her heavy, exhausted sigh, turning like it was all the effort in the world. She pulled herself away from the cold glass as he explained himself, steps stumbling. Normally alcohol probably wouldn’t have had such a strong effect on someone, but it was her first time, and she was rather petite in stature. She sat down hard on the bed. She wanted to lay down but she was still aware enough to know she didn’t want to accidently hurt her new little snake friend. She gently uncurled him from her shoulders and held him up so he was resting in her hands, looking at his small face, eyes dull but she smiled a little and tried to flick her tongue like a snake. “...What if someone judges me though, and thinks I should be dead? Do I have to kill them first, or...” She furrowed her eyebrows, “Aren’t people supposed to be nice and forgiving?” But the tears she had held back before threatened again, making her lower lip quiver as she set the snake down on Illid and then laid down beside him, pressing her face against the bed and saying muffled, “E-everyone judges me, though...” She turned her face to look at him, “Y-you promise you wont?” The mere idea of having someone who wouldn’t hold all her flaws against her was as overwhelming as the idea that she was no longer going to be subject to the constant abuse and disappointment. Well, at least, he said he wouldn’t subject her to the belittlement, but she told him, listing, “I-I’m ugly and I’m small and I look like a boy- I’m c-clumsy and not very smart and I-I mess everything up! How can you say y-you won’t judge me?” |
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| Illid | Nov 24 2011, 02:25 AM Post #30 |
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The bed shifted as Jack's meager weight was added to it. Illid turned his head to cast his gaze on her and smirked as she held up Chimer to look at him directly. The little serpent flicked its tongue back at the girl before slithering down his arm and making his way over to Illid. He curled up beside his master's pillow to sleep contently. "You shouldn't over think all this too much." The reptilian demon replied at Jack's questions. "Of course you should try to stop someone that's hurting you. Don't get me wrong, you don't always have to kill people if you don't feel like it. Don't just don't feel bad if it ends up that way." His shoulders rose and fell in a light shrug before he continued. "The world is tough. It's better to kill than be killed, don't you think?" After his little bit of helpful advice, well he thought it was particularly useful anyway, he listened closely to her incredulous response to his earlier reassurance that he would not judge her. It had hit her more deeply than he had expected, but that was not bad. In fact it gave him a good opening, a way to connect with Jack that would start her on a long road of trust and devotion. It might be nice having someone like her around, a pet of sorts, a constant source of entertainment no matter where he ended up. With a small smile Illid sat up to face Jack. He reached out and gently took a hold of her chin, forcing that tomboyish face to tilt towards his own charming visage. "You're covered in beautiful little marks. You're different than all the people that I see every day pretending to be these special, unique creatures when really they are no more an individual than the one before them." He released her chin and trailed his hand down to her arm, pushing up the sleeve and tracing the curving scars with his finger tips. "I don't really care if you look like a boy or girl or if you are a boy or girl. All I require is that you trust me. Take me advice and accept what I say...and who you really are." The light touches accompanied each silky smooth word to reinforce them, reassure. The words were so sweet and meaningful, despite the sinister implications that could not be heard within them. Illid lied about a lot of things but there was some truth to what he told the girl. Generally he did view all humans as the same dull creatures, like rats running in a maze, and Jack was indeed different from a lot of the other ones he'd seen. She was able to hold his attention this long after all, and that was impressive in itself. He could care less if she was a beautiful woman or not. |
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| Jack Tvastar | Nov 24 2011, 03:24 AM Post #31 |
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Jack flinched on impulse as a hand moved towards her bruised face, eyes closing but flickering open quickly when the touch inflicted no pain, rather, a gentle but firm tilt upwards so her tearful eyes could meet his, so intensely green. Every word- no, every syllable that the demon smoke to the damaged girl was as unbelievable as it was empowering. She lowered her gaze a bit to watch as his fingers traced the marks on her arms. A tear slid down her face at the same time a shiver ran up her spine. She wasn’t used to gentle contact, especially from male hands. Her gaze lifted again, meeting his and she whispered, like it was some sort of urgent secret, “I-I’m an individual?” That wasn’t how she’d been raised! She had always been ‘a part of this family’, ‘a part of the community’ and ‘a part of my growing frustration’, but she had never really been singular. She had never had that sugary sweet bullshit fed to her about being unique or special. As he went on though she blushed a little, “But I’m a girl- I wish I looked like a girl...” but her complaints and objections were silenced when he went on. His words had a certain quality to them that made them seem almost casual, though the words practically told her to sell her soul. Trust him, believe him, and become who she truly was? How could she say no, when he was gently touching her arm, speaking to her in such soft reassuring tones. “I trust you.” She said quietly, head swimming for a moment thanks to the brandy she had consumed. She lifted her hand up and pulled his up by the wrist, a bit demanding but she pressed it against her face and closed her eyes, “I can stay with you, r-right?” More tears slid down her face, “I-I’ll do anything you, say, I promise..” Her face looked tired, exhausted both physically and emotionally as she pressed her cheek against his palm, some of her scars still tingling lightly from the delicate tracing they had received. “I-I can tell you anything, right?” The sheer amounts of trauma had made his little offer impossible to pass up, but now she felt the need to test it, grinding her teeth a moment before she bit her thumb nail, a few more stray tears sliding down her cheeks. |
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| Illid | Nov 24 2011, 03:40 AM Post #32 |
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It was cruel and he knew it. The way this girl hung on every sweet word that left his lips, how her eyes searched his own for answers that she had never before received. And Illid would be all too willing to say what he wanted her to hear, what he knew would feed the missing attentions and longings she had developed throughout her young adolescence. Jack would receive exactly what she wanted from Illid; a confidant, a teacher, even a friend. But just how real any of those roles were was up for debate. The demon himself would act innocent and gallant, just trying to help a lost soul, but his true intentions would be revealed only when it was too late, when it no longer mattered. "You can stay with me. I only ask you to listen to me for your own safety. You've never traveled from home before and if you are coming with me it is only for the best that you take my advice." Was his gentle response, his hand resting upon her own casually, just present as a constant source of reassurance. He went on to answer more of her concerns. "You are...different from most humans. That is all. You should strive to maintain that, it's something a lot more alluring to me than a particularly feminine girl would be." A chuckle accompanied the final words. Really Illid wasn't much the person to be taking up concerns of femininity with but he did what he could with the subject. More interesting to him was this apparent secret that he was about to learn as Jack made sure that she was able to confide in him. He could tell she was getting tired and would have to sleep quite soon, as was probably best for himself as well, but if he could get a little confession out of her before then it would be that much more progress and less work for him later on. "Of course...I am an excellent keeper of secrets. And it's not like I'm in any position to go tell others such personal matters anyway, wouldn't you agree?" Illid pointed out, wanting her to feel completely secure when she divulged whatever secrets that she had. In his most hopeful expectations the demon expected this new companion to reveal that she believed it had been her that killed her father, via some strange phenomenon in which her body changed...but it could very well be another matter entirely if such had entered her mind in the drunken state. All he could do for the moment was gently stroke the back of her hand with his thumb, each stroke of the digit calming, soothing. |
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| Jack Tvastar | Nov 24 2011, 04:30 AM Post #33 |
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Jack was happy to nod along, her hand turning over to squeeze his a bit as he spoke. She would be obedient to his wishes- he made a valid point. She had never been away from home, and he was well travelled. It only seemed right that she followed his direction for her own safety and the personal safety of others. She lifted her free hand to wipe the tears off her face, sniffling a bit but letting the waves of relieved tears disappear with the help of his comforting words. The androgynous girl looked even more stunned, however, as the word alluring was used in a sentence regarding her (and not in a list of things she wasn’t). She smiled a bit wider, head tilting as she took his hand and squeezed it a bit in her own, using the limb from comfort as she rocked some on her heels. She couldn’t decide if she could tell the other what she had intended, swallowing a lump in her throat. Finally, into the quiet that had settled over the room, “I’m happy m-my father is dead, Illid, He... He was one of those people the world is better without.” There was a savage tone in her voice, her grip on him tightening somewhat before she demanded, “D-do you really think I’m not ugly?” Any comment he made about her form was going to be tested, of course, but she loved hearing it even if it was unbelievable. She didn’t exactly had a fan club, after all, so used to hearing the most polite insults fly past people’s lips. Things like the following: “But she has such a pretty face”, “She used to be such a beautiful child” and her personal favorite, “You look tired, everything okay?” Now here she had a man who, though they were fair from sweet nothings, pumped her ego up by complimenting the very marks she had always been taught to hate. |
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| Illid | Nov 24 2011, 07:34 PM Post #34 |
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I'm happy my father is dead... It wasn't exactly the reply he had been looking for but it was a very nice start. an admission of something to that degree certainly set the stage for reinstating his own moral system into the girl's consciousness. To him it wasn't a very hard step though. The man had raised his hand against his own daughter and from the bits and pieces of her life that Jack had related to him it seemed the older male had behaved that way for most of her life. He wondered if Jack might have somehow turned out more feminine had that part of herself been more nurtured. Certainly with no mother to do that she'd have a bit more trouble shaking off her androgyny than she might otherwise. But gender roles weren't really much of a concern to him. "I know Jack." A small smile accompanied the reply as he let her squeeze his hand, allowing her to take solitude from him in any way she wished. "I am very...perceptive. And from what you've told me about your father I agree with your feelings." At the more trivial question however he spared a light chuckle. "Yes, I assure you that I have seen many people in my travels and you are not one of the ugly ones." It was true really. Jack was boyish, awkward, and had no figure to speak of but she wasn't hideous either. That sort of thing didn't really matter to Illid anyway as he could care little for someone's personal appearance. There had been no thoughts of romance entertained in his past as it just seemed messy, so physicality held no bearing. He could always use them to exploit insecurities but that was about it when it came down to everything. "It's getting late, and we're not going anywhere till this storm lets up." The demon commented then. "We should get some sleep while we're waiting, we can talk more when we travel tomorrow morning." That said Illid slipped his hand out of Jack's grasp and stood. After all he wasn't about to sleep fully clothed. First the straps of his gloves were undone and those were slipped off, put on the dresser where his pack had been set to rest. His belts came next but he left his slacks on. Humans had some sort of issues with nudity and he didn't want to test Jack's. His shirt however did come off. The nice material slipped up over his head and he folded it neatly to set aside. This revealed his own lean upper body. There was little muscle definition to speak of, but taut skin across his flat abdomen would indicate a rather active lifestyle, if only in a cardiovascular sense. This action also made visible the scales on his lower arms for the first time. Now comfortable, Illid flopped back on his side of the bed and settled his head onto the comfy pillow there. "It has been a long day..." He murmured, staring up at the ceiling. |
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| Jack Tvastar | Nov 24 2011, 08:15 PM Post #35 |
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He knew? He knew... Jack’s head tilted and her heart stopped a little when the corners of his mouth turned up. Was she so obvious? Had she not hidden that dark truth well enough with the honest tears she felt simply because he was her father, and he had raised her? Pale face turned down, squeezing his hand a little more as he went on. His reassurances were the nicest compliments she had ever received. “Th-thank you...” She wiped any lingering tears from her face when he withdrew his hands, feeling her own rough skin. Instantly she mentally criticized the flesh only to remember what he had said before. She was an individual, unique... what good was it to lust after a body she would never have? It wouldn’t be instantaneous, but she resigned herself to adopt his poetic philosophy. She had not realized, until he spoke, just how heavy her bones really felt. She scooted back in the bed a little, watching him as he slid off her shirt and gloves. Her eyes lingered on his chest with girlish lust, looking away after a moment with a small drunken blush covering her features before she flopped back, leaning over and giving Chimer a little pat. “Night snakey.” She told the little coiled creature before retreating back to her side of the bed. His body fell beside hers and she glanced sideways again, eyes lingering on the bare skin like it was some sort of forbidden treat. She couldn’t help it, she had never been close to a boy like that, even if it was innocent. Her eyes caught on something strange, though- pausing and reaching out with a clumsy hand to grip his forearm and then stroke it with all the gentleness she had reserved in petting Chimer. “You’re like a snake too...” Her voice was amazed, head turning to look into his iridescent eyes. She paused just a moment and said, recalling his promise to remained judgement free. She murmured, “Sometimes, I wish I was inhuman.” She heaved a heavy sigh and then rolled onto her side. “Can I sleep close to you, since it’s cold?” The thunder rang outside and her blush ruined any chance of her statement sounding suave or charismatic. Her hand was still resting on his scales, enamored with the texture. |
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| Illid | Nov 24 2011, 09:08 PM Post #36 |
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Chimer was appreciative of the little pets and good night wishes. Without eyelids he could not indicate his slumber physically, so he simply stared at Jack, black tongue flitting out a few times before his coils became very still. The tidings to his pet had caused Illid to smirk a little, finding Jack's fondness for Chimer to be rather amusing. His small travel companion enjoyed attention from new people so he'd allow him this 'treat', of sorts. His attention was drawn by the fingertips on his scales and he glanced down to see what Jack was doing. Just feeling apparently. Not surprising as humans were generally fascinated by his non-traditional complexion. Jack's apparent delight with it was curious though. He supposed that was to his advantage since if she had been disgusted by the inhuman quality it would have made his job that much more difficult. "I have scales on my arms and beneath my eyes. And then there are my pupils, and this.." His black forked tongue was stuck out then, teasingly to show Jack his more inhuman qualities. It was withdrawn after she got a good look but her amazement was quite fun to play with. As he heard her wish, however, he couldn't help but allow himself a quiet laugh. "You never know Jack, your wish might come true." Amusement aside, Illid was ready to get some sleep. The rest would prepare them from the remnants of the storm they'd have to travel in the next day, no doubt accompanied by a cold front that chilled the air. This was less than an agreeable prospect for the reptilian male but he wouldn't let his dampen his spirits. All in all the day had turned out quite well for him and he even gained an apprentice of sorts. "Hmm?" Her question caught him a bit off guard as people didn't usually ask to snuggle with him. It was cold so in a practical sense he could see where it might be a good idea. Plus she was feeling particularly vulnerable and allowing her the intimate gesture might put her in a position to continue her trusting attitude towards him. "Alright, if you really want." The covers were pulled back so they could slip beneath them for extra warmth before Illid brought them back up to cover their forms. This done he closed his eyes and settled back on the bed for sleep. |
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| Jack Tvastar | Nov 24 2011, 09:55 PM Post #37 |
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Jack nodded a little with each addition Illid showed her about his snake-ish features. She reached with her other hand, the same carefulness as she touched the scales under his eyes, peering into his eyes when they too were indicated. She stared a bit, into the green orbs, but actually managed a little laugh, close to a giggle as he tuck his tongue out and she stuck her tongue out in response, playing a bit. When he settled back on the bed though, so did she. It was a big bed, as the inkeep had promised, but she still lingered close to him. He had told her she could get close because of the cold but had left the awkward task of the getting close. All the time she’d seen young lovers it was the man who had his arm around the girl, so how... Her face was a bit red, a blush that crept down her neck a bit as she got closer, wiggling uncertainly under the warm quilt as the room was reduced to silence. The rain tapped on the window but was ignored easily, forgotten in the background as finally Jack slid up against Illid finally. Her head fell against his shoulder, her arms brought up against her own chest as she pressed against him. The embrace was hardly one lovers would share, one of her hands slowly moving, resting on the center of bare chest to feel it rise and fall with his steady breath. Still it was the closest she’d ever been to anything resembling intimacy. It made her heart flutter and her mouth dry- was this how the beautiful girls felt, curled up besides their valiant husbands? It didn’t matter. But it did... Shy, her eyes flicked up to his face, his closed eyes and the scales underneath. The days event felt like a dream, so surreal- a trick of the light that would last the rest of her life. Finally, though. her gray eyes were hidden by long-lashed eyelids and she fell slowly into slumber. |
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