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Post by Despair on Mar 8, 2010 18:15:07 GMT -5
"Namine. Namine Noctis."
Charon eyed Nihilit, watching carefully for a reaction, though he was hardly expecting one. After all, the other demon had a range of emotions similar to that of a boulder. The slightest hint of aggression would be enough to bring Charon to a defensive stance.
Instead, the other demon's head slowly tilted, the obsidian strands of hair that had been obscuring their sight of his eyes shifting so that the full intensity of his gaze was focused on the human girl. Void of all emotion, dark and cold, his irises seemed to lead to the abyss of his soul. Charon's body went taut, muscles coiling as he waited.
Finally, Nihilit spoke.
[glow=blue,2,300]"Reproba everto sssator."[/glow]
He murmured. The azure streaks in the depths of his irises took on an unnatural glow for a long moment as he scruitinized Namine. The sudden appearance of the thin lines--as if someone had taken a needle-sharp shard of ice and dragged it from the outside of his irises to the pupils--was accompanied by a sudden drop in the temperature around them, though it could have just been the sudden wind that had picked up. The abrupt breeze tugged at their clothes. Nihilit's dark cloak drifted about him lazily, light as mist but dark as shadows, and he gazed at them without blinking.
Charon finally spoke, finding his voice after the ominous, unconscious display of power.
[glow=red,2,300]"Hardly creators of demons, Nihilit. Monsters, yes, but they come nowhere close to beings of our power. The humans are fools, playing at being gods like their offspring play at being adults. They are of no consequence. And even so, Nami--Namine has no affection towards them."[/glow]
Charon coughed slightly to cover his mistake. It wouldn't do any good to reveal his attachment to the irritating female.
Nihilit c.ocked an eyebrow coolly.
[glow=blue,2,300] "Creatorsss of creaturesss who wish to overtake usss. You should not overlook sssuch thingssss sso...lightly, Altus Cruor."[/glow]
He paused, returning his attention to Namine, his voice beginning softly, but growing in malice as he ended with an inquiry that would require careful answering. A low growl rumbled from deep within Charon's chest.
[glow=blue,2,300]"They are the reassonsss for your...abilitiesss, then, I presssume. And yet, you ssseem...ashamed. Isss being a Sssiren to the dead a...dissgrace?"[/glow]
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Post by {K}itsune on Mar 8, 2010 18:44:27 GMT -5
Saying her last name had been the worst possible thing she could have done. It was strange, but the moment "Noctis" passed her lips, it felt to her as if happiness and warmth could no longer last in a world so cold. Perhaps it was just what the memories of her family did to her, but it felt like more than that. Like Nihilit was purposefully allowing her, and only her, to feel the extent of his disgust toward her family name. A second later, the rest of the world caught up to her dread.
His eyes became unhidden as he tilted his head forward, and Naminé felt like the world was suddenly spinning away from her, and she was paralyzed, unable to run away. Unable to keep him from even looking at her. She wanted to kill him, just so he'd never be able to gaze at her with those eyes ever again. She felt Charon's abdominal muscles quiver against her side as he seemed to prepare himself for a fight.
Words in an unfamiliar language slipped from his thin-lipped mouth, yet it didn't make it feel awkward, it made the terror clench harder around her heart. She knew very little of other languages, but the tone behind his voice could hardly be misinterpreted. Nihilit's physical reaction to whatever bothered him about her lineage was more horrifying than what she'd felt just seconds before. She'd never be able to erase the sight of his eyes on her; Naminé was sure she'd have a new nightmare to complain about now, if she ever got out of here alive. It was like the dead were reaching out through his eyes, and in all reality, they probably could.
Usually Naminé Noctis would have teased Charon for his slip up, but not in this case. This case could prove lethal to both of them, if Nihilit took notice. Naminé listened quietly, as Nihilit spoke to her demon, but the fear had created a haze in her mind. She could hardly concentrate let alone comprehend anything useful. She forced herself to concentrate as the other demon returned his gaze to her. His question caused her to tremble ever so slightly. It was invisible to the eye, but not to the touch; Charon would notice.
"They are the reassonsss for your...abilitiesss, then, I presssume. And yet, you ssseem...ashamed. Isss being a Sssiren to the dead a...dissgrace?"
Then she remembered that this was an easy answer, or at least it would be, if her answer wouldn't be twisted based on who was listening. Taking in a gulp of air, she pursed her lips and then lifted her head to quickly meet Nihilit's eyes.
"No, sir. Those people are not the reason for my powers. I was born a Necromancer. We are not sure how because neither of them were, although one of my grandparents was - we believe it skipped a generation, which is why they began experimenting on me. The abilities they gave me were not the powers I was meant to have; none had to do with my breed. The eyes, the wings, the strength all theirs. I have found use in these abilites, and I am glad I have them, yet if I turned back time, I would not have them do it again, nor would I wish it on anyone. As for being a Necromancer, I am not ashamed of that. I am ashamed of my parents giving creatures powers they are not meant to weild (sp?)," she answered truthfully, hoping her answer was the correct one.
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Post by Despair on Mar 24, 2010 5:52:24 GMT -5
"No, sir. Those people are not the reason for my powers. I was born a Necromancer. We are not sure how because neither of them were, although one of my grandparents was - we believe it skipped a generation, which is why they began experimenting on me. The abilities they gave me were not the powers I was meant to have; none had to do with my breed. The eyes, the wings, the strength all theirs. I have found use in these abilites, and I am glad I have them, yet if I turned back time, I would not have them do it again, nor would I wish it on anyone. As for being a Necromancer, I am not ashamed of that. I am ashamed of my parents giving creatures powers they are not meant to weild," she hurried to explain herself.
Nihilit listened quietly, saying nothing at the time. He could sense her fear, but he did not point it out; instead, he watched her, his unearthly gaze riveted on her fragile human body. He could tell that the girl was strong, yet somehow...weak. No match for a High Blood, such as himself or Charon, though she was certainly a threat to the lower lineages.
When her monologue came to an end, he let her squirm for a long moment. His pupils morphed into thin slits for just a split second, flashing silver. Orpheus felt a jolt run through his body, and it took everything he had to resist stepping between the walking dead and Namine.
[glow=blue,2,300]Is est perfectus. I will train her for the entirety of your stay, or until she displeases me in such a way that I must...end it."[/glow]
He had paused for a long moment mid-sentence, as though choosing his words carefully. The sequence he chose ellicited a furious snarl from between Orpheus' teeth, and the human stepped forward with his eyes narrowed. Nihilit slowly began to turn his head to look at the approaching male.
Charon didn't say a word as he set Namine down, spun on his heel, and struck Orpheus with the force of a charging elephant straight across the face. Orpheus fell to the ground, and Charon lifted him, slinging him over his shoulder.
[glow=red,2,300]"I'm sorry, Namine. It looks like you'll have to walk until we get to our quarters."[/glow]
Charon wasn't going to risk anything affecting their stay negatively, that much was obvious. His visage grim and taunt with stress, though the signs of it were few and prounounced only to those who knew him, he began striding towards the gates of the towering, majestic fortress before them.
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 3, 2010 9:01:03 GMT -5
Naminé knew that her body was trembling like an earthquake had decided to make her body the epicenter, but she bit down fiercely on her tongue as though trying to retain some semblance of the norm. Just from gazing into the Higher Daemon's eyes, she could tell that her fear was as transparent as a fish behind a see-through glass. Nothing about her could fool him. Not one word, look, or movement could ever mislead the demon in front of her from finding out the very core of the matter. It was like his eyes were channels into her soul, and there was nothing to stop him from flitting in and out of it as much as he pleased. She was...as she so often tried not to be, an open book.
As her dialogue finished, his eyes pierced into her, holding her into place, causing her body to become unearthly still. If not for the light thumping of her heart - that she was sure the demons could hear - one might think she had died. It was like ice had entered her body, numbing first the places most vital; her brain, her heart, and then taking out the rest of her like dominoes. That was what it felt like as he stared down at her, as if he was assessing her every ability, looking back at the beginning of her life to now with just a quick glance of his slitted pupils.
The deadly stillness ended however when his eyes suddenly changed, flashing silver and narrowing to even finer points. Instantly it was as if she was unfrozen, and with a small gasp the slight tremble to her body returned. Her eyes widened, flashing neon for a second as if witnessing her own death, before returning to large, doe-eyed chocolate brown as she gazed up at the monster who could very easily kill her, even with Charon there. The way things were, everything was happening with a staggering slowness. It was as if the fear had heightened her senses, causing her to hear every breath and see every mutilated dustmote; not rainbow, but shades of black and the brightest crimson red. It was during this time that she practically senses Orpheus' desire to step between them. Her hand, which had fallen off of her stomach sometime during the proceedings, twitched in a slight negative in his direction. Despite the smallness of the movement, to them, the meaning was clear. He'd better not do anything stupid after all this. She was scare enough as it is, she didn't need to worry about him as well. Did he want her to pass out because that was the next step?
"Is est perfectus. I will train her for the entirety of your stay, or until she displeases me in such a way that I must...end it." he murmured, pausing at the entirely wrong moment, which was no doubt calculated and planned so it would have just the right effect. Well, it did.
At that moment, Naminé's body went into overload. Once again, her frame stilled, and her eyes lost their widened look, it looked as if she was somewhere else, as she heard a screaming inside her brain. Had he just said, he'd kill her? There the scream was again. She felt dark hands trying to pull her under icy water, and she struggled to stay calm, to continue breathing. Finally after what seemed a millenia, but was only really a second at most, she returned to the present, having got herself under control, enough to not shriek aloud in absolute terror. One never knows how they will react when they are told that they will be killed, but it is never as....easy as they might expect.
At the very moment she returned from Gods know where, Orpheus decided he'd had enough. With eyes narrowed, and teeth bared he stepped forward, practically snarling. Naminé's head twisted quickly so that she could see him, her eyes wide with horror, she knew it was too late; Nihilit had already turned to face him. Instantly, and with a silent sense of duty that surprised her, Charon gently sat her down on the cold, cobblestone floor. At the same moment she sat fully on the ground, Charon had spun around, striking Orpheus with his fist in his face, sending him slamming into the ground. Naminé cringed as she heard the cracks; first when Charon's fist connected with Orpheus' nose, and second, when her lover's head cracked against the hard floor. Watching silently as Charon lifted him up and threw him over his shoulder, Naminé slowly got to her feet, having not said a word.
"You won't have to ...."end it", Nihilit. I'll behave. I hope that you'll give me a chance to get use to the way you teach and get over my injuries, though." she murmured softly, as she bowed her head, turning slightly towards Charon, but not turning fully away from the demon that held her attention.
"I'm sorry, Naminé. It looks like you'll have to walk until we get ot our quarters." Charon said, softly, almost apologetically. She nodded, suddenly extremely tired, and stretched up onto her toes, seeing if she could support her own weight. She could. Thank the gods. It wouldn't have really mattered, she would have crawled to where-ever they were headed before she let Nihilit touch her, if that was what he had planned. Bowing her head slightly to the man who terrified her with so much force, she hurried after Charon, with only a slight limp, and one or two near stumbles that almost sent her to the ground. She walked so quickly, unconcerned with the state of her body as long as she could get away from the man, that she caught up to Charon's side almost instantly. She said nothing; afraid she was not yet allowed to speak. As horrible as it was to think, this man had her more scared than she'd ever been in her life, and she'd experienced a lot of twisted, ghoulish things in her lifetime.
As they finally arrived inside, and seemed to find their quarters, a shadow appeared behind Naminé. "Hello, beautiful...." a suprisingly sultry voice whispered suddenly directly beside her ear. Whirling around in terror, fearing that Nihilit had come after her to get her while Charon was preoccupied, her eyes fell widened on another demon male. He was beautiful, but she wasn't in the mood for dialogue, and definitely not for babysitting some demon punk. Plus, at the moment, she hated surprises.
"Gods, you scared me! What the hell around you doing just appearing at my side?! What's the matter with you. Have some da.mn manners, you jacka.ss!" Naminé growled, her heart beating with terror as it slowly began to even out. Raising white eyebrows, the demon chuckled. "Firey, I like that." he chuckled, his finger grazing her jaw. With an intensity and anger that surprised her, she snapped her teeth, glimmering white in the darkened atmosphere. Her usually calm eyes were flashing with pent up rage and the beginnings of the release of all the emotions that were whirling around within her from the last few days to the last few minutes. "I don't have time for this. Get the hell away from me." she snarled, before she turned on her heel sharply, her dark hair snapping with finality, and she stalked off, sexily through the door of her shared quarters after her lover and Charon.
"Hmm... I like. I'll be watching, Miss Spit-fire." the demon murmured, licking his lips as he dissolved into shadow and slipped away.
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Post by Despair on Apr 13, 2010 18:08:33 GMT -5
A thousand eyes seemed to follow them on their way to their quarters. Demons of every shape and form wandered these halls, from etherreal beauties to disgusting monstrocities. Gazes followed their movements down the marble corridors; piercing, alluring, curious, cold, malicious, and some that were simply unreadible. Each one had the same ominous, otherworldly glint that set off the predator alarms in the human mind. That subtle hint was enough to make Orpheus shiver slightly, even in his unconsious state. The demonic energy here was insanely powerful; practically snuffing out Liora's angelic aura entirely.
Charon nodded to some of the forms lurking in the shadows, and to some that dared cross the threshold of light to greet him silently; unblinking eyes trained on them from every corner until the moment they escaped into the chambers to which they had been given.
Charon dropped his former host down onto the couch with mild disregard, listening carefully to the conversation taking place between Namine and one of the more...siren-esque demons. Fury threatened to boil in his blood, and it took every ounce of self control he had ever worked to possess to resist the urge to walk out into the corridor and rip the eyes out of the demon's head. He waited, fists clenched, until Namine walked safely into the room, and then promptly crossed the room in three strides and slammed the door shut. The bolts snapped closed with a reassuring series of clicks, and he turned towards her.
[glow=red,2,300] "Are you alright?"[/glow] Charon asked gruffly, looking her over. Nami still seemed to be somewhat drained from the earlier events...which reminded him; she had handled herself rather well with Nihilit.
[glow=red,2,300]"Namine, what you just experienced is only a taste of the things to come; and I'm referring to both Nihilit and that demon in the hall. You are human, no matter your enhanced abilities, and demons are going to prey on you. For sport, to satisfy their hunger, or for...other reasons...they're going to want you. I need you to be careful." [/glow]
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 14, 2010 20:39:25 GMT -5
As the firey, Necromancer walked into the chambers, she watched silently as Charon practically leapt across the room to slam the bolts home on the door. At this point she was so drained that she couldn't even work up the energy to care, or laugh, or smile. There was no emotion whatsoever on her face, except for an impassive mask of boredom. It was all she could manage. Without really looking at Charon she stepped over to one of the bed's and fell down on it, laying on her back so that she could stare up at the ceiling.
"Are you alright?"
"Well enough, I suppose. Considering. How long are we going to stay here, Charon. I've hardly any energy for any of this, and I don't know how long I'll be able to keep my cool in this place, and it will be practically impossible to screen all of my words. Eventually I will slip up. As you and Orpheus are very aware, but seem to forget sometimes, I'm only human." she said, her eyes never leaving a speck on the ceiling.
"Naminé, what you just experienced is only a taste of the things to come..."
"No doubt. Believe me, Charon, I'm well aware that this is far from being over. Nihilit will be painful to deal with, and as for that second demon, well... that won't be painful, it'll just be a pain. I know that they'll come after me. I am not that ignorant. I understand the way of the circle of life as well as "the birds and the bees". What do you want me to do about that? Do you have any suggestions? To keep my emotions in check? To stay alive? If so, please let me in on the secret." she said, her voice tired and showing just how extremely drained she was.
Turning her head to the side she gazed at her lover on the couch. "Did you really have to hit him that hard? He only just woke up." she murmured as her eyes closed slowly. Her head rolled back as her eyes reopened and she returned to staring at the ceiling. "Oh, and thanks for caring about whether or not I'm okay. You don't have to admit it, that's alright." she murmured, finally managing a smile.
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Post by Despair on Apr 17, 2010 21:07:18 GMT -5
The human girl, despite her exhaustion, spoke with no end in sight.
"No doubt. Believe me, Charon, I'm well aware that this is far from being over. Nihilit will be painful to deal with, and as for that second demon, well... that won't be painful, it'll just be a pain. I know that they'll come after me. I am not that ignorant. I understand the way of the circle of life as well as "the birds and the bees". What do you want me to do about that? Do you have any suggestions? To keep my emotions in check? To stay alive? If so, please let me in on the secret."
Charon opened his mouth, but she was already continuing.
"Did you really have to hit him that hard? He only just woke up." She chided him, then went on. "Oh, and thanks for caring about whether or not I'm okay. You don't have to admit it, that's alright."
The high-demon stared at her for a long moment, her words running through his mind. Finally, he spoke in a flat tone, doing his best to keep any surprise or weariness from his voice; he had been allowing her to see his emotional side far too often for his pride to bear.
[glow=red,2,300] "Woman, if I was any other demon, I would have killed you right then; if only to end your ceaseless babble."[/glow]
The faintest hint of dry humor snuck into his tone, however, rendering the threat as rather...unthreatening. He sighed, shaking his head and pulling off his tunic to reveal the perfect bronze skin and chisled, lean muscles of his body. While undressing, he continued to answer her questions and state details as requested.
[glow=red,2,300]"As for demons, I will do my best to stay within range of you at all times. Liora's aura within Orpheus may be a slight help, as long as Orpheus can reign in his bloody temper."[/glow]
He snorted, making it clear that he didn't think the latter statement was likely. The flecks of gold in his molten ebony pools seemed to whirl hypnotically, his midnight-black hair sexy touseled and falling into his face slightly. The regal, heart-stoppingly handsome bone structure of his face was illuminated by the flames of the fireplace, casting dramatic contrasts to each individual bone. He was the very epitome of masculine seduction; a walking sex-god. And, at the moment, his irresistible qualities were entirely unintentional. Charon leaned over Namine in an attempt to check if she was still awake an gazed into her chocolate orbs.
[glow=red,2,300]"Just get some sleep, and think about how best to not offend every demon you come into contact with."[/glow]
The demon-lord murmured in his low, rich tones.
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 18, 2010 14:11:01 GMT -5
The silence that Naminé was met with when she finished speaking pressed down on her chest as if it were trying to suffocate her. It felt like a giant hand was being pressed down on her chest, and she wouldn't be surprised if there really was someone sitting on her chest in this place. However, she knew it was just Charon's silence that was affecting her so. When he finally spoke the tone of voice she heard sounded like a whip. Obviously she should have kept quiet about his turning soft. There was no way a demon like he could ever be anything but powerful and dangerous, she should have known that.
"Woman, if I was any other demon, I would have killed you right then; if only to end your ceaseless babble."
Naminé closed her eyes and shuddered. Despite the light note in his tone that made it sound less than threatening, there was an edge there that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. He could hurt her so easily. In fact, she'd gotten so attached to him, that if he even slapped her, she'd be horrified. She'd taken a liking to the demon, without knowing she'd let it happen. That was bad. So very bad.
Hearing a russle, she turned her head to the side and saw Charon pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a tanned, chisled body. Even Orpheus couldn't compare. Orpheus, while a half-blood, could never be as stunning as the real thing, and Charon was definitely the real thing. Quickly looking back at the ceiling she closed her mind to try and shut away her thoughts. Charon on the otherhand, acted as if he was doing nothing out of the ordinary.
"As for demons, I will do my best to stay within range of you at all times. Liora's aura within Orpheus may be a slight help, as long as Orpheus can reign in his bloody temper."
Quietly, he continued to answer her questions, trying to calm her fears, even without knowing it. Smiling ever so slightly, Naminé's breathing quieted, as her limbs relaxed against the comfortable sheets. With her eyes closed, she didn't see him turn around, or the way the firelight danced across his skin and reflected in his abyss-like eyes. Or the way his hair fell over them, casting them in shadow. He was like something from a dream, a dream that one would never want to wake up from. If all the dam.ned looked like this, who would ever want to reach the home of the Gods?
Laying on the bed, Naminé looked like she had already been there, to their home, and had returned, or perhaps the better word was fallen; a fallen angel. While most, like Liora, were haloed with white light, Naminé seemed to radiate darkness, but with such a pure, gentle aura that she could in no way be evil. Her obsidian locks were fanned out across the white bed-spread, creating a contrast that only made them look darker, softer, shinier, and more mesmerizing. Her skin, while not pale, was moon-white giving her flesh an almost un-earthly, exotic glow. Then there was her body itself. Her figure was nothing but perfect. No ounce of fat distorted her perfect form, and the muscle she had, while extremely strong for a human, gave her a lean grace about her that only added to her perfection. While Charon was the epitome of a true male, she was the exact reflection of pure, female perfection.
Quite suddenly the bed squeaked ever so slightly, causing the mattress to shift beneath her as Charon knelt on it, leaning over her. Even without her eyes open, her heart leapt in her throat.
"Just get some sleep, and think about how best to not offend every demon you come into contact with."
As Charon began to speak, his voice flowing over her smoothly but irresistibly, Naminé's eyes slowly began to open, the chocolate depths looking almost golden as the fire reflected in them, her eyes moved up to meet his pitch black ones, that seemed to go on forever like a hole with no end. There was nothing she could do as their gazes connected; she fell.
Seemingly without control or intent, her hand lifted from her side and slid up from his waist, with light fingers, to his chest. Her eyes never left his as she slowly lifted herself from the mattress, her coal black hair rippling in waves as it fell to her lower back, until their faces were centimeters apart. She could feel his breath whisper across her skin, commanding her body in ways she was unaware of, and slowly, after many agonizing seconds, their lips touched, sealing their fates.
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Post by Despair on Apr 18, 2010 15:48:03 GMT -5
He had always been aware that Namine was especially beautiful; with legs that went on for miles, flawless skin, enchanting, deep brown eyes, and luxurious, silken locks, it was no wonder that the demons of the fortress were so drawn to her. Charon was, as well, in some sort of inexplicible way. He always had been.
Her fingertips, suddenly, ran along his body. Charon froze, awaiting some form of violence, though his visage remained impassive. His dark voids took in her sprawled form--the grace she possessed, even when motionless. But had she gone quite mad? Namine had made it perfectly clear that she wanted nothing to do with him. So why was he leaning down, why were their lips brushing with a hesitant lust burning beneath their skins...why was he kissing her?
But he was, and oh, this was the meaning of kissing. His lips captured hers in a fierce embrace, sending heat spiraling through them, wreaking havoc on their minds. His lips moved gently, pulling and tugging with effortless skill. He was a god, a demon, he was the definition of lust. One of his big, strong hands graced her hip, the other holding him up as he leaned over her.
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 18, 2010 16:21:24 GMT -5
Naminé's heart jumped in her chest when Charon's lips began moving against her own. She knew this wasn't a demonic move; he wasn't using her, that much was certain. There was the same hesitance in his movements as in her own.... but that was too much though for right now. Her body was burning. This kiss was like nothing she had ever felt before, it was heaven and hell all mixed into one; the perfection of heaven and the heat of the underworld.
Oh, it had started out gentle, but neither of their bodies could stand the slow pace they had set. Almost instantly Charon's mouth was hard against hers, demanding, but not for anything she wasn't willing to give. When had it gotten so hot in her? Naminé couldn't decide, but the only thing she could think to do to solve it was move closer to the body above her, the body that was blocking out everything else.
As his lips and teeth tugged at her own she let out a small, pleasurable gasp, and her hand lifted from his chest to his neck, pulling him closer to her. All thought was pushed from her mind except how to get closer to the glorious man towering over her. Until his hand touched her hip, that was. As the jolts ran down her spin from the intensity of how good it felt to have him touch her, thoughts that had been locked away suddenly broke free. Orpheus.
Pulling away suddenly, she practically cringed away in horror of what she'd done, her hair falling over her eyes to hide her face. "Oh gods.." she whispered, horrified, "What have I done...?" her mind completed. If this were any other time she'd have spread her wings and jumped out the window, but here, in this place, it would be a death sentence. Or at the very least a rape sentence. Despite pulling away, her body continued to yearn towards him, and she might have too, if she wasn't so disgusted with herself. She was a common whor.e.
Doing the only thing she could to get away from him, she rolled away, dropping to the floor on her feet. Getting up she moved swiftly away to the door that led to the adjacent room and swept through it, locking the bolt behind her. Once she was in the safety of her own room, far away from the heat of Charon's body, she slid down against the door, curling in on herself. "My Gods.." she repeated, staring at her hands in horror.
It was like Naminé had lost all control of her body. If she had been in the right mind, she would never have done that, or at least that was what she kept telling herself, but it was like her body had a mind of it's own. It was like her body belonged to Charon; completely and undeniably, as if it always had been and always would. Even her mind couldn't deny that this was....more than anything she'd felt with Orpheus, this strange need to be with Charon. It was insane. It was totally and completely...wrong. She loved Orpheus, didn't she?
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Post by Despair on Apr 18, 2010 16:54:12 GMT -5
She had pulled away, just as his blood had begun to boil. When he saw the untold horror in her face, however, all arousal disappeared into his concern. She sprung away from him, whirling and racing from the room, and he was after her within her next breath.
She tried to slam the door, but he reached out and caught it, then pushed it open. It was as if Nami was unaware of the gorgeous man towering above her, she was so lost in her guilt.
The worst part of the matter was, however that he was feeling an emotion he had felt perhaps only twice before in his life...he was feeling remorse. Looking down at her--with her eyes not quite teary, but holding a deep agony --he was feeling guilt. Guilt for her pain. No, guilt for being the cause of that pain.
And so, he uttered one of the two sets of three words he had never spoken before sincerely.
[glow=red,2,300] "I am sorry."[/glow]
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 18, 2010 17:13:34 GMT -5
Was it really so crazy that she hadn't even noticed that Charon was behind her until he'd spoken? Her mind was so wracked with horror and self-loathing that nothing could get in, not even the darkness of the room or the intense chill that hung in the air. It was like in this room there could be no joy or warmth, so the factors that made Charon what he was seemed to stop existing in this room. The fire of his body, the lust, none of it could grasp her in here, or at least that would be the case for a sane person.
When she heard Charon's voice however, it was like her mind and body split in two. While her mind shied away from her guilt, her body exulted in his presence.
"It's Charon! Charon's here!" Be quiet. I love Orpheus. "You say that, but you don't mean it. I'm you, and I definitely don't love Orpheus." I'm going crazy. "No. You're just realizing what true passion could be like. Do you remember how good it felt?" Visions swam through her mind, causing her heartbeat to faulter. Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT! Leave me alone. "You'll see." Dam.n you.
"Da.mn me," she whispered aloud, her voice barely above the volume of a breath. It was only when she had finished arguing with herself - she must be going crazy - that Charon's words registered.
"I am sorry."
Naminé's body stilled from it's slight trembling as her mind seemed to shut down. What was going on?! She was lusting after Charon..? Charon was apologizing? She must be crazy. "I was the one who did it," she murmured, her voice flat, practically emotionless. Her words shocked her. She hadn't meant to speak at all. Before he would have to a chance to say anything she continued dully without moving, "We both need sleep. Good night, Charon."
Her heart clenched for two different reasons. One, she didn't want him to go, and two... she didn't want him to go. She should want him gone, should curse him to hell... yet she didn't want him to leave her. The pain she felt was for both, the fact that she wanted him to stay and that she wanted him to want to stay. Either way it'd kill her.
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Post by Despair on Apr 18, 2010 18:27:49 GMT -5
He watched her quietly. There was a struggle there; an inner battle raging within the golden hues of her irises. She was fighting herself over him, and rather than granting him a twisted sort of pleasure, this awful, unfamiliar, gut-wrenching sensation of guilt only worsened.
"We both need sleep. Goodnight, Charon."
Her reply was short and cold, startling him almost as much as it did her. A long moment of deliberation had to pass before he decided on his course of action.
Clearly, she needed somebody to be beside her at that moment. That much was more than obvious to the demon, who knew more about women than most knew of themselves. Nevermind that he was a Prince of the Dark Gods--a fact he generally kept to himself--and that her lover was unconscious in the other room by his hand. She was breaking down here, before his eyes, and in that moment a wave of empathy washed over her. Respect for her trials finaly broke through. He would not leave her.
Instead, he sank down beside her and wordlessy held out his arms, locking onto her gaze with his own. This time, the dark voids held a deep understanding, a compassion, for the battle she fought...the cross she bore.
[glow=red,2,300]"Hush, Namine,"[/glow]
Charon murmured gently, effectively cutting off her protest.
[glow=red,2,300]"I remain as an invitation to nothing but comfort...I offer you naught but peace of heart and body. Come here, I will sleep beside you when Orpheus cannot. It gets cold here, in the nights."[/glow]
His voice, so startlingly gentle and hushed, had left it's seductive qualities for ones of soothing reassurance. He spoke to her as one might a survivor of an unprecedented attack, someone who did not trust others, and rightly so. She had every right to refuse him, but this was the best she would ever see of him. Open, warm, comforting...human.
[glow=red,2,300]"Come to bed, Namine."[/glow] He whispered softly.
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 18, 2010 19:02:38 GMT -5
Every nerve in her body began to tingle as Charon slid down beside her. Outwardly, she froze, her muscles tensing until she was as still as a statue. What was he doing? Pain rippled through her chest as one half of her cried with joy and the other cried with guilt. Slowly her hands moved to her chest as if holding back the pain. Her face showed nothing. Her hands had balled themselves into fists, causing her nails to dig into her skin creating half-moon shaped cuts to appear and severe her skin just enough to make them bleed ever so slightly.
Jumping as his arms widened, she kept her eyes averted as she tried to control her rebelling body. It would be so easy to jump into his arms, but she wanted it too much, didn't she? Slowly, as if the intensity of his gaze was pulling her eyes up, she met his eyes and was shocked to see compassion there. It wasn't exactly pity, but it was an understanding that ran so deep that he could respect her for what she'd been through. Her lips parted as if to banish him, but he beat her to it.
"Hush, Naminé,"
The tenderness in his voice made her body begin to tremble ever so slightly. She was breaking.
"I remain as an invitation to nothing but comfort...I offer you naught but peace of heart and body. Come here, I will sleep beside you when Orpheus cannot. It gets cold here, in the nights."
"See, he's so sweet." Shut up! "Go with him. He's not going to hurt you." Stop it! "Look at him. It will never be better than this...Think about it." Be quiet, a whisper.
Her hands had slowly crept up to her head trying to dispell the thoughts through pressure alone. It wasn't working. Realizing that her eyes had closed, she opened them slowly, hoping half-heartedly that he was gone. He wasn't.
"come to bed, Naminé."
It was then that she broke, and with her heart feeling like it was ripping to pieces she slowly turned into his embrace. Her head rested just above his heart and her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. The pain was agonizing, but the warmth and gentleness radiating off of Charon seemed to dull it. Words escaped her, but it didn't matter, she'd accepted.
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Post by Despair on Apr 18, 2010 19:34:00 GMT -5
She fell into his arms, then, and Charon let his eyes shut. He could feel her.
Her pain, her guilt, her sorrow. All of it, washing through him in waves. It was more emotion than he had felt in over a thousand years--in his own body. For a long moment, he could only sit still. Then, gently, he gathered her up in his arms and brought her to the feather mattress in the room. He laid her petite form upon it and crawled on beside her, hugging her to his chest. One hand rested on the back of her head, the other on the small of her back, just holding her close. His heartbeat pounded rhymatically beneath her ear. Her guilt seemed endless. Charon sighed and closed his eyes again, searching for the words he would need. If ever there was a time to show your "eternal love for all beings", now would be it. he thought to the Gods.
[glow=red,2,300]"Nami...it is not a sin, to feel attraction to another man while in love with one aside from him. It is not wrong. Perhaps you only feel that way because I am a part of him. Or, was. He does not, would not, can not blame you for that. After all,"[/glow]
He chuckled, allowing humor to creep into his voice.
[glow=red,2,300]"In all fairness, I am rather irresistable."[/glow]
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