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Post by {K}itsune on Mar 8, 2010 17:09:42 GMT -5
The moment his words were out, he paused, allowing them to sink in as his gaze fixed onto hers. His dark red eyes latched onto her own to read her reaction. Guilt. That much was obvious. Shock. That too was there. It also seemed that confusion had settled back into place as well as the haze that he'd set there. "I'm sorry. I don't know what...what I..." she whispered. He bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement.
Bayn waited, knowing she wasn't done yet. One key element to success was knowing when to speak, and when not to speak. He knew when each time was. Now was the time to be silent and let the drugs work.
As his final words sank in, her head snapped up and she looked at him mortified. "I don't want to be rid of you, that's not...I..." she murmured, breaking off. "It's alright. I know this is probably intimidating, but it's for your own safety. Would you be willing to ask your father those questions for me? I really need to know so I can head back home." he murmured, gazing at her with his russet eyes.
At that moment they rounded a corner, and her father's tavern stood before them. "This is it, right?' he questioned.
ooc// wasn't much to go off. ill do better next time
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Post by Despair on Mar 8, 2010 19:17:44 GMT -5
"It's alright. I know this is probably intimidating, but it's for your own safety. Would you be willing to ask your father those questions for me? I really need to know so I can head back home."
"Of course," she murmured, her luscious lips barely moving, the ambrosial scent he was giving off making her feel light-headed. Her aquamarine gaze alighted on his handsome visage once more, and when she found no reaon there to disbelieve him--though the frigid undertone of his eyes was slightly unnerving--she followed without any more commentary.
The roads were beginning to look more familiar now. She recognized the home of the widow she had passed just before her original attacker had found her, and apprehension caused her to quake, chills coiling down her spine. Whatever semblance of security that Bayn's presense had cast over her faded slightly, as she pressed herself against his side, feeling her eyes widen as some aura of danger caused her stomach to flip. Dread washed through her body in icy waves.
"This is it, right?" she heard him ask faintly, as though from a distance. Indeed, they had arrived at the tavern, but a horrible trepidation made her clutch at Bayn's hand. "Something's not right," she managed to choke out, barely above a whisper. When he didn't immediately reply, Nimue spun to face him, her visage pale. "Bayn, can you tell? Something...something is wrong here..." she was trembling now. Hysteria bubbling up inside of her as adrenaline pumped into her veins, she spun about once again, this time towards the door of the tavern, and threw it open.
Immediately, her body went deathly still.
The first thing that could be noticed was the silence. Not a sound was heard from within the tavern walls. It was completely unbroken, save for the wind whistling through the cracks in the wood.
Then the stench. Carnage, blood, death...that disgusting scent of a battlefield. Nimue gagged, one hand rising to cover her mouth as tears burned in her eyes, blurring the grotesque scene before her.
Bodies, everywhere...not even bodies. Pieces of bodies, strewn about; a limb here, fingers there...something so bloody and mutilated she couldn't even identify what it was. As she stumbled back, something bumped against her foot, and she looked down...straight into the sightless eyes of her father.
The shriek that slipped from between her lips was one of complete, sheer terror and revulsion; a scream that would curdle the blood of the most apathetic demon. It ended as she was choked off by hysterical sobs, slamming the door shut and sinking down against it, her body quivering so violently the wood behind her was shaking as well.
"How...Bayn, how..." she gasped out between sobs. The image of her father's lifeless gaze was burned into her eyelids, it seemed; with every breath, every time she tried to blink the tears away, she could see it as clearly as if it were before her. "Who...could have...done this?"
Her father, dead...in pieces...her only family. He hadn't been anyone special. What monster would have destroyed so many people, and why? What would they have gained from the massacre, the disgusting slaughter of so many lives?
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Post by {K}itsune on Mar 9, 2010 20:20:11 GMT -5
"Of course," she murmured, undoubtedly under his influence again. Obviously, his words had done enough to soothe her that when her doubt swept away, his drug plugged up the cracks left over. Now that she was trusting him, and apparently done with her annoying questions, they walked in silence the rest of the way to her father's business. Bayn's skin prickled at the smell of carniage a few miles back, but he knew they were safe, and he had to see if the father was still alive to get information from. So, he continued on, deciding not to alert the girl of the fate her not-so-beloved tavern had undergone.
As they began to pass landmarks that were obviously familiar to the girl, Bayn watched out of the corner of his eye, his midnight black pupils gazing at her through slits. As they drew closer he saw her begin to look worried and draw in on herself. The feeling of dread was almost visibly sinking into her mind. Every step, her brows drew closer together. When they stopped and he questioned her softly if this was the place, she seemed to barely hear him. "Something's not right. Bayn, can you tell? Something...something is wrong here..." she whispered. Of course he could tell, he just hadn't said anything yet.
Her body lurched forward, and his hand snatched out as if to keep her from going, but his hand curled into a fist and he dropped it to his side instead. Nothing he could do would stop her. As the door slammed open, it struck the opposite wall with a finality that had he not already known, he would have known then. The stench was unbearable to his sensitive nose, and his hand rose to cover it. The odiferous smell of decaying flesh and spilled blood had his mind reeling. He tried to keep himself from dealing with the long since passed. Removing his hand from his nose, he wafted it in front of his nose, as if he was trying to draw the scent closer, but instead it created an invisible barrier between his nose and the world around him. That at least should help him out.
He paused, waiting for what he knew was coming. The scream that pulsed from the inside of the darkened house, made the hairs on the back of his neck rise, but his face remained unchanged. Master of deception and all that. Inside however, he felt himself uncharacteristically mourn for the girl and her loss. Perhaps it was the spit-fire like qualities she'd exhibited and her refusal to obey him without a fight. It made him respect her, and that, stupidly made him care. Just a bit.
She rushed back out from the house and practically fell to the ground outside, curling in on herself as if to hide from what she'd seen. "How...Bayn, how... Who could have...done this?" she sobbed. Bayn found that he was slightly surprised she even remembered he was her. Out of respect for her trauma he had withdrawn his hypnotism. The suggestion however was still there, he wanted her to find him after this, it would just take a bit longer. She however would still trust him at least a little, and for once, he'd live up to that.
"It goes away," he murmured as he walked up to her side and sat down gently beside her. "The memories. They go away." However short it was, it was probably the most comforting thing he could say; that no matter how bad the images were now, they'd distill over time, and she'd be alright. Eventually she'd be able to remember the happy times within pain.
Who had done it? He didn't know. It smelled like humans had done it, but the scent of demon was mixed within it, so a higher demon had probably influenced the humans. It hadn't been an attack by Hudoben, that much he knew. "Smells like humans; the group who chased you most likely," he murmured. For once, his eyes were reliably trustworthy, and they shone clear; still not exactly happy or bright, but definitely less distant and calculating. That was a gift.
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Post by Despair on Mar 10, 2010 20:24:25 GMT -5
"The memories. They go away." He murmured. For a long moment, she had nothing to say. Nimue just turned her head to look at him, her dark curls falling into her tear-streaked face. Her eyes searched his, flickering across his visage as if she could find the answers to her unspoken questions there. How could he just say it was so easy to forget? She knew, without the faintest hint of doubt, that the awful sight of the carnage--bodies, scattered in pieces across the floor of the tavern she had been in less than twenty minutes before--would haunt her forever. The memories would not just 'go away'. Her father, torn apart.
"Smells like humans; the group who chased you most likely," He added.
She closed her eyes. "That's not possible. They were chasing me the whole time. When would they be able to..." she trailed off, suddenly realizing that he had been sitting beside her for some time now. His chisled physique was close to her own, slender, one, and the warmth radiating off of him was a comfort she could never explain.
"That doesn't make it okay..." she whispered after a long moment, referring to his earlier comment. "That can't make it alright. My...my f-father..."
((FAIL POST. I'm sorrrrrryyyyy T.T))
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Post by {K}itsune on Mar 12, 2010 19:15:17 GMT -5
Instantly Bayn could tell that his words meant nothing to her, and that she was beyond doubting him. She blatently disbelieved what he was saying. He could understand; which surprised him. He had misphrased. It wasn't that the memories went away, it was that the memories began to lose meaning with time; they diminished. The clarity of visions would blur and fissure at the edges, making you doubt that they ever happened. Things changed with time, even the most horrific of recollections. It wasn't just who and what he was that made him able to forget the things he'd seen and done, it was time; it worked the same on everyone, whether it was your brother or a complete stranger.
As her head swivled to look at him, her curls flying around her face, and her light colored eyes catching his scarlet ones, he found himself holding her head, suddenly wishing he knew how to be comforting. He didn't like this girl, more than some yes, but not really, but the way she was looking at him now, made him feel almost as if he should, or did. Of course he didn't though, he knew that, but something was off. It was a slight ache in his chest, no more than the pressure he felt after exerting himself; it was hardly anything at all. Certainly not something to really ponder over.
"That's not possible They were chasing me the whole time. When would they be able to..." she murmured, letting her sentence hang in the air. It was then that her body became acutely aware of just how close he was sitting beside her; their legs were practically touching. It wasn't lust this time, this time his presence seemed to comfort her, like a blanket or a teddy bear to a scared child.
"That doesn't make it okay... That can't make it alright. My...my f-father..." she whispered, disbelieving. "No, it will never be okay, but the memories don't stay fresh like this forever. They chip away, not completely, and the hurt doesn't go away, but it numbs." he said, gently - when was he ever gentle? He paused letting his words soak in. "We were in the alleyway far longer than it seemed. From the time they ran, to the time we exited, at least an hour had passed." he added, softly, knowing it would be a blow. It had only felt like minutes to her; that was one after-effect of his power. He couldn't say he felt ashamed for using it on her because the animalistic joy at conquering her in that way was still fresh and raw in his mind, but he did wish that he'd have waited a bit longer, or at least not made it so affective. When he thought about it, he felt the beast that it was lift it's head and purr in satisfaction; he couldn't change who he was. There were other side-effects too. She'd be...well...horny, for a while, for one thing - it was a strange side-effect, one that he didn't particularly dislike, but one that he didn't quite understand. He certainly hadn't made it happen. The trauma that she had just experienced would hold it off for a bit though, and it would suddenly slam down upon her, he just hoped she wasn't nearby some loser, like the guys who'd tried to rape her - the guys who probably killed her father. When the effect took control, it was like his toxins, not picky, she'd lay with whoever was near. Maybe she'd be able to overcome it, like she'd been trying to do with his hypnotism, he doubted it though.
ooc// lol, sorry, trying to add something in for you to go off of.
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Post by Despair on Mar 13, 2010 0:16:06 GMT -5
"No, it will never be okay, but the memories don't stay fresh like this forever. They chip away, not completely, and the hurt doesn't go away, but it numbs."
Numb...that was the right word for how she was feeling at that moment. Just...nothing. Blank. Empty. The only sensations she truly felt were physical; she could feel her heartbeat and each movement with a sort of heightened awareness. His voice was so rich, so deceptively beguiling, that she could actually feel it against her eardrums; each low, tantalizing wave of sound, so dark and seductive, it was easy to oblige it without thought.
That was exactly what she wanted; to stop thinking. To stop altogether, just close her eyes and see nothing but darkness. But she couldn't. Atrociously gruesome images flashed through her vision each time she attempted to shut out the world, and her body cringed towards her companian. Nimue felt her hands lightly clutch at his tunic, simply seeking reassurance that she was alive, and not in some sort of horrid, twisted nightmare. Her lovely visage buried against his shoulder instinctively, seeking comfort. Against her ribs, her heart seemed to beat hard for a moment, and her seafoam eyes widened slightly, then just fluttered shut in a flurry of long, dark lashes. Truly, she was decidedly beautiful; daintily built, fair skinned, with great big jem-like eyes and lips that were enticingly full...she didn't have a chance when his after-affects set in. Of course, she had no idea.
"We were in the alleyway far longer than it seemed. From the time they ran, to the time we exited, at least an hour had passed."
Nimue turned her head, pressing her nose against his neck, inhaling his magnetic scent, pretending she hadn't heard him. The fact was too terrifying to imagine. She wanted to pretend everything was okay, at least for a moment.
And when would Bayn go? Instinctively, her fingers tightened their grips slightly. The thought of being all alone sent panic lancing through her once again. "B-Bayn," she whispered, her melodic tones soft and frightened, her petite body trembling against his much stronger physique, "Are you...Are you going to...l-leave?" On the last word, her voice wavered, and she had to pause to get it under control again. "I...I don't want to be alone..."
Her voice was so weak, so soft and pleading, it would have been difficult for even the almighty, coldhearted, ruthless Charon Nyx to resist.
((thought I'd give a little tribute to Charon there XD and your post is so good and mine is just like...bleh. Thanks for trying so hard. WHY ARE YOU SO AWESOME?! lol))
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Post by {K}itsune on Mar 13, 2010 15:56:32 GMT -5
Everything about her body position signalled submission. She was allowing herself to be buried underneath the pain and after-effects. That submission only went to so far however; she seemed empty. Bayn decided that she was already trying to force the memories away. She would willingly give into the suggestion's voice just to get away from the images haunting her mind. Her heartbeat was so audible that he could practically hear it in his own head; the wild, frantic beating.
It was like he could see the loop going on in her head, pain, death, limbs, sex, pain.. Perhaps it was just him, but she became entirely too see-through at that moment. As she cringed against him, and her tiny hands gripped the material of his tunic, Bayn shut his eyes. Feeling the slightest bit bad, his intoxicating scent altered a bit, causing it to retain those... seductive like qualities, but also sending out an aroma that caused those nearby to gain a bit of comfort from it. He didn't want her to be too terrified, he wasn't that mean.
As her head turned, and her nose skimmed his neck, Bayn felt his lips forming something that was half-way between a smile and a smirk. He was still under his own toxin, therefore this still brought a wild thrill to him. Gently, his hand lifted and rested on her curls. She was beautiful - for a human - so this wasn't exactly unpleasant. Simulataniously, her fingers clenched tighter around his shirt, and her scent spiked with fear. "B-Bayn, are you...Are you going to...l-leave? I...I don't want to be alone..." she whispered, terrified.
Even if he hadn't planned on leaving, her voice would probably have forced him to reconsider. He hadn't been planning to leave in the first place, things were starting to get interesting, and he could probably still use her to his advantage. He still wasn't done with his mission, and now that he couldn't ask her father, she might prove useful in other ways. She knew the people here better than he did, and maybe if he hypnotised her again - she wanted to forget anyway - he could get her to go out in something skimpy - which was good for everyone - so she could lure out the tough crowd. Then he could ask some questions without letting her get hurt.
"No, I'm not going to leave." he murmured, bring himself back to the present, as his hand gently slid over her hair.
ooc// why am i awesome? i have no idea...it's because im so...AMAZING! lol. im awesome b/c im amazing, that's right. <3
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Post by Despair on Mar 14, 2010 12:57:01 GMT -5
"No, I'm not going to leave."
She shouldn't have been so surprised when he spoke again, gently, his lips brushing her ear. For some reason, though, her frame jolted slightly. A brief shock, something like electricity, coursed through her, and then faded not a moment later, leaving her wondering what, exactly, had happened.
It took her a moment to understand what he was saying. Nimue sat up slowly, lifting her head so that she could gaze into his depthless, rubiscent orbs, the widening of her own light, aquamarine eyes dramatically emphasized by the dark flare of long lashes. "You...you're going to..." she stammared, caught off-guard at his willingness to reassure her. It was working, however; some of the trembling had quelled, and a wave of relief allowed her body to relax against his. She let her head fall against his shoulder, a soft sigh sending her warm breath across his skin. "Thank you..."
[shadow=grey,left,300]See, that isn't so bad, is it? Just listen to him, and everything will be okay. Bayn can make the pain go away. Just do as he says and you'll be alright.[/shadow]
At any other time, under any other circumstances, upon hearing that voice within her mind, Nimue would have immediately questioned and challenged it. It wasn't her own thoughts. It was something, someone, else...and she wouldn't have trusted it over her dead body. However, over her father's dead body...it was another matter entirely. She was too exhausted--too frightened and desperate for anything that could numb the pain when the shock wore off--too care. Nimue let herself melt against him, strangely aware of how perfectly their bodies would fit together if he and she were standing in front of eachother, or laying face to face, even. Like two matching puzzle pieces, almost.
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Post by {K}itsune on Mar 22, 2010 18:11:00 GMT -5
Bayn Louhi’s sanguine eyes flashed intensely as he watched Nimue’s reaction to his some-what thought-out statement. As the hairs rose along her arms, his eyes flashed over them and then back to her face so quickly that it looked only like his eyes quivered in place, but went nowhere. Apparently his words had shocked her. From her sea-green eyes, he could see the confusion that was swirling around in her soul, and he smiled gently.
As his smile registered in his brain, it was like pulling a plug out of a drain. Instantly the toxins seemed to swirl out of his system, leaving him feeling an icy clarity. It was always like this. Whether it was a true emotion or not, the toxins would suddenly drain away after a specific emotion swept over his handsome features. Then it was as if everything happened in perfect definition featured in slow motion. Even his regular abilities couldn’t compare. With an almost mint-y intake of breath, Bayn’s teeth clenched together and his eyes closed as his mind reeled with an almost high like quality. A hissing sigh escaped from between his teeth as sharp needles of pleasure stabbed into his brain and slowly faded away, leaving only a half-smile in its wake.
Pulling himself roughly back to the present - it took an almost god-like sense of self-control to do so - his eyes lightened giving him an almost peaceful, unthreatening quality, but with an edge that mad him still just as stunningly handsome as before. As his mind spiraled off its painful high, his hand lifted and sat atop her head in a comforting way, almost like what a big brother could do, but with him doing it, no-one could confuse him for something platonic.
“You…you’re going to…Thank you…” she whispered as her body practically fell against his, melting against his side, with her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. His hand moved from the top of her head to the side, so he was lightly stroking it. Some people might say he was bipolar….as far as he was concerned, it might be true. It was while she paused to listen to her own thoughts, that he came to realize just how well they fit together. There was no space between their bodies. Where he was hard and strong, she was soft and needed protection, and their bodies represented how they complimented each other so perfectly.
”We ought to go though, Nimue. They will be coming back soon, after hearing you scream, and while I can handle them, I’m tired, and I’d rather not have to, if it’s not necessary.” he murmured almost tenderly. This time he wasn’t faking it, he really was being gentle; perhaps he did have conflicting personalities. Oh well, he was hot, and amazing no matter which side of the spectrum he was on.
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Post by Despair on Apr 3, 2010 22:44:51 GMT -5
"We ought to go though, Nimue. They will be coming back soon, after hearing you scream, and while I can handle them, I'm tired, and I'd rather not have to, if it's not necessary." he murmured, his voice suddenly loosing the undertone that had put her on edge before. Any remains of her earlier trepidation about him faded as he moved his hand to her head, then back to merely a comforting embrace. Whatever the change that had taken place within the handsome man, she liked it.
"Shouldn't we..." the words were out of her mouth before she could rethink, and she caught herself mid-sentence. It was stupid, Nimue realized once the thought got through her hazy mind, to consider burrying the body of her father. They were within a city of stone and metal; there was nowhere to dig a grave. Besides, as he had said, the killers may have intentions of returning, now that she had gone and screamed. However, even with all of the logical reasons why such an idea was impractical, her stomach twisted uncomfortably at the idea of leaving her father's remains without any honorable passing.
"Wait a moment."
Her angelic tones were dazed, but determined as she forced herself into a standing position. Her seafoam green gaze flickered about for a moment before focusing on her target. She moved forward as if in a dream. Her hand closed around the torch that lit a portion of the main road from the tavern, the fire casting dramatic shadows across her fine bone structure. It turned the water droplets streaming from her eyes into tears of flame as she held it and faced the tavern.
Her father...gone. Nimue was aware that she may never know exactly who did this, or how, or why, and that attempting to get revenge would only eat away at her life. But her father, her daddy...he deserved better than this digusting, pointless massacre; and if anyone was going to help her avenge her father's death, Bayn would. Besides, she was all alone now...and she had to burn the memories before they burned her.
So she threw it.
The entire tavern was in flames within a few minutes. For a while, she stood there in a trance-like state, watching as the fire enveloped everything in blue, orange, yellow, and red; closing around it like water would, but shriveling everything within the enclosure of its tear-like shape. A deady beauty.
Bayn's words abruptly sank in. If her screaming didn't attract attention, the burning tavern would. Nimue turned to him, taking his hand without thinking about it and blushing when she did. Even so, she didn't pull away; the pressure was comforting. Looking up at him, she managed to smile weakly; her father may not have been beside her any longer, but somehow, she knew that Bayn would be. Even if she hadn't the slightest idea of where they were going to go, she trusted him. For some reason, she trusted that lethally, devastatingly gorgeous man not to hurt her.
"Let's go."
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 6, 2010 16:48:19 GMT -5
Whether she knew it or not, her hold tightened around his body as his voice changed. It was if the difference in his tone made her feel more at home, and comfortable about behind at his side. Surprisingly it didn't agitate him. As her grip tightened on his arm, his eyes seemed to soften even more. Without the toxins there were times when he could be considered the sweetest, most gentleman of all men. No matter what he was like, he was irresistible to all women. They didn't stand a chance, not even Nimue who had just lost her father.
"Shouldn't we..." she began hesitantly, only to trail off as the answer to her own question appeared in her head. Being god-like in every way, it was easy to read her emotions. Identities and feels were like open books to him. Nothing could be hid from his intense gaze, especially not if his victim was human. Humans had practically no ability to control their own thoughts, and had no knowledge of the power they might possess if they knew it existed and knew how to weild it.
As Nimue was no doubt figuring out, it was unpractical to even consider burying her father. They were within the city limits, and thus there was practically no natural ground in which he could be laid under. Plus the timing was just off. Her scream had no doubt warned the people who had done it, that they had returned to this area, and they would soon make their way back as well. They were all restless fools who thought they were immortal and could do as they wished because this world was a da.mn joke. He knew how they thought. He had to deal with people like that every day. The truth was, in the cases of those people, their lives were jokes. He could easily reach out and..."smite" them, if he so wished. So could his birth parents. Even Nukpana would have no trouble destroying them. They were humans, who couldn't harm them? A shiver jolted up his spin, in sudden, undenible horror; an emotion almost unknown to the demi-god. Nimue was more unprotected and in danger than he had thought. How was it that humans could live up to one hundred years. They could never survive harms way that long. Snapping his teeth at the internal thought, he brought his eyes up to meet Nimue. While they remained impassive and his emotions rather hidden, and she would see nothing, it was a silent pledge to make sure that at least while he was with the interesting female, he would keep her safe.
"Wait a minute." she commanded, suddenly, althought it was less a command and more a plee; like a little dog pretending that it was as tough as the big dogs. There was no strength behind it, if he had attempted to stop her, she would have succumbed. He watched silently, allowing her this moment, as she fetched the flame and held it in front ofher eyes, gazing into it. Her tears seemed to take his breath away, but only for a moment. One... two.. three seconds passed before his breathing returned to normal, and his eyes returned to her figure.
It was at that moment that she tossed the flame toward the building sending it into an inferno of sparks and crackling timber as it caught fire. While he knew she needed this, this particular action would no doubt lessen the time they had to make their get away. Bayn wasn't about to call Nymphadora for this escape. She had far better things to do, and she would no doubt spike terror back into Nimue's heart. At the moment, after his oath, he wanted nothing to do with that.
Suddenly it seemed that his words reached her conscious thought, and she turned to him, reaching out to grasp his hand seemingly without thought, causing Bayn to glance down in quiet surprise at their intertwined hands. His eyes flashed curiously back up to her face only to see her flushing a slight pink color. Still, she maintained her light, almost feeble, human grip on his own verifyibly strong, demonic one. It seemed that while before he had scared her in a way, now she was looking to his strength for comfort. As she smiled weakly up at him, his eyes softened, but managed to smoulder at the same time, showing that there were always two sides to him; a sleeping lion.
"Let's go."
Nodding in affirmation, his grip tightened slightly on her hand, telling her without words that he would take the lead from here. Pausing to take in the sounds around him, his keen hearing told him that a large group of men were probably less than half a mile away at the moment. Moving forward, he lead her away from the inferno and into the dark abyss of the maze before them. "Remain quiet, please," he murmured, finding that he really did have no stomach for fighting those baffoons at the moment. For once, he wanted to rest. He never seemed to get to do that. Perhaps, this mysterious girl would allow him the chance to do so. After what seemed like an hour of silence they appeared from the darkness at the side of secluded section of the Mbizi. It was surrounded by a thick wall of catgrass which hid them from view. Drawing her over to a tree that made up one section of the wall, he sat down against it, letting one of his long legs stretch out while the other stayed bent at the knee. The way he had sunk to the ground had her resting comfortably against his side, for both of them.
"They will search for a little bit longer, so we must stay quiet, but they won't find us," he added gently. He, himself, was the only one who could see the irony of his words. No doubt, some day, she would want them to find her. In fact, she'd probably hunt them down. Revenge was a powerful thing.
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Post by Despair on Apr 12, 2010 18:54:29 GMT -5
"Remain quiet, please," he instructed her gently. Nimue couldn't be sure if it was a command or a request, but either way, she obliged. They fell into silence, both engrossed in their own thoughts. In a way, the angelic girl was grateful for the chance to try to figure things out. Her survival instinct--the only reason that powerless humans thrived--had kicked in, and her mind was focused on nothing but cold logic. It was a welcome reprieve from the overwhelming emotions that had been flooding her mind and heart so violently, they had become physical pains.
Somehow, in the course of a day, she had lost everything. Nimue looked at the slender fingers interlaced in her lap, realizing that her body was powerless and completely soft. Her skin was unmarked and fair, her hands free of callauses. She wasn't prepared for anything beyond the life she had known. Anything could throw her off balance at this point. Her life was so tossed around and twisted right now; there was nothing to cling to. The tavern was burning to the ground as they sat there. Her father was gone. Her mother had been gone for a while. This handsome stranger had waltzed into her life and swept her off her feet...and by doing so, was in the perfect position to drop her on her rear. Nimue slowly turned her gaze to Bayn, once again being stricken by the simple beauty of each defined, elegant, strong, desirable, borderline sexually sensual feature--No. She felt heat rush to her cheeks as she caught herself thinking in such a manner, and of her companion--and savior, no less. What is wrong with me?! Though...he is rather attractive...No! Stop it! She chastized herself inwardly. It was entirely inappropriate for her to entertain notions of them in any sense other than a completely platonic, friendly perspective. No matter how tempting it may be.
"They will search for a little bit longer, so we must stay quiet, but they won't find us," His low tones, with the thrumming edge and warm richness, almost sent a shiver down her spine. Why was she so attracted to him, all of a sudden?!
Nimue nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her thoughts would probably make themselves known if she wasn't careful.
After a long moment, though, she couldn't take the tension any longer. It had started as a comfortable quietness, but with her increasingly dangerous daydreaming, had grown almost unbearable. She was certain he knew exactly how she felt about him.
"I think they've given up for now," she stated abruptly, rising to her feet. "Would it be best if we found lodgings now? There are plently of inns nearby--Oh. But I haven't any..." she felt her face heat up further. How humiliating! Acting as if she expected him to pay for both of them! "Please...just...ignore me." she managed to whisper, mortified.
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 14, 2010 20:13:42 GMT -5
To the Demi-God, sitting among the catgrass with a glistening lake and a beautiful girl at his side was anything but unpleasant. The silence added definition to the picture, only showing how frail this small piece of tranquility could last for a man like himself; like a handful of sand quickly trickling from his fingers. The knowledge of how little time he had to enjoy this moment only made his wish to ravish in it more urgent. Any other time, the quiet, while bearable, would have had his skin itching, beginning for movement. This one moment, however, was serene and whole-hearted welcome.
The girl, being a human, however, had less of a capacity to enjoy the silence. Minutes ticked by pleasantly for Bayn as he breathed in the scents around him, before the girl began squirming against his side. At first, he ignored it, figuring the girl was just trying to get a bit more comfortable against his side. As the moments slid past, however, and she continued to wiggle around, his brilliant gaze flashed down to see what had caused her to go into such a fit.
What he saw had his eyes widening in surprise, but his brain processed the information has nothing more than a fact, something that would have come to pass eventually. The girl looked feverish, and she was blushing like mad, forcing her cheeks to the dark shade of roses. Her breathing was irregular, but not too off, and her eyes were closed with a small smile gracing her lips. It was obvious that Nimue was having...improper thoughts. Even if her exterior hadn't given it away, it was at this point that he realized just what the added scent he'd been smelling for a while was. Arousal. Not much, but it was there.
Pausing to consider the rest of the information his brain had secretly been processing as he had zoned out, Bayn watched the memories in quick succession. The changes of expression, the shifting of her body, the way her fingers carressed themselves in an agitated way, showing signs of being something regularly done when stressed, and every other little detail. Ah, she's beginning to see just how frail she is..." his mind sighed as the realization struck home.
From there, her mind has strayed from it's original topic to ...well, impure thoughts about him after she had looked at his face while he was looking away. Internally, he smirked. The suggestion was still working, even after he had stopped using his powers on her. It was obviously laced deeply within her system and would take years to come out, if ever. It was one of his strongest, and for that he was proud. Even without the toxins, he would never be ashamed of his abilities, just perhaps who he'd cast them upon. Then again, Nimue wasn't so bad a target for such a spell to be cast on.
"I think they've given up for now," she finally blurted, springing to her feet like she'd been wound tight and the pressure had finally caused her to explode. "Would it be best if we found lodgings now? There are plenty of inns nearby--Oh. But I haven't any..." she trailed off, with a bright flush of her cheeks. This wasn't an embarrassed blush however, this was more a flush of guilt. "Please...just...ignore me." she whispered, looking as if she was about to cry.
Breathing out quietly, allowing his face to soften, Bayn reached out and grabbed her by the waist to pull her closer to his body. His head bent and his forehead pressed against her own, so that their eyes met inches away, even though he towered over her normally. He wasn't making a move, every movement he made just reeked of sensuality. "Don't be absurd, Nimue. I have plenty money. Just direct me where to go," he murmured, his voice unintentionally resembling a purr, but managing to be undoubtingly the most comforting, sexy voice in the world.
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Post by Despair on Apr 14, 2010 20:24:56 GMT -5
There was no time to react as, quite suddenly, she found herself pressed against his chisled torso, with his strong arms wrapped about her waist. His eyes were glinting deviously, so close to hers they were almost out of focus. Nimue could feel his breath whispering across her skin, sending chills through her suddenly-warm body.
"Wh-what are you..." she began, then trailed off as he spoke in a tone that made her inwardly melt into a trembling puddle of desire.
"Don't be absurd, Nimue. I have plenty money. Just direct me where to go,"
I can think of a few places... her traitorous mind allowed the nasty thought to flash through her consciousness for a split second, and Nimue did her best to push it aside. Her seafoam-green eyes were wide, a slight haze to their viridian-sapphire depths.
"I...ummm...okay," she whispered helplessly after a long moment. Her hovering hands, however, rested upon his much strong ones at her hips, as though attempting to keep them there rather than lead him away. There was a long moment where she didn't move, just debated with herself. It would be so easy to just lean in and kiss him...
No. Inappropriate. She pulled away, blushing darkly, and mumbled something along the lines of "this way". With that, the lovely maiden lead her drool-worthy companion through the streets of the filthy town.
The nearest inn was a little over 6 blocks away, so ten minutes of silent walking didn't help her nerves much at all. Nimue felt as though her entire body was on edge; super-sensitive to the slightest touch. When their bodies brushed lightly once when turning a corner, her heart literally skipped a beat, and shivers ran down her spine. Da.mn that man for being so attractive.
Her sorrows were about to increase tenfold, however. When they got to the inn, there was only one empty room. Which meant that, because there probably wasn't a couch, one of them was on the floor. Or together. In the bed.
"I'll sleep on the floor," she offered immediately, not recalling how cold it got in the nights there. Her lovely turquoise orbs were hazed with attraction and exhaustion from the day and her companion. Looking around the room, it really wasn't that bad, considering the town that they were in. Badesdyn wasn't really known for it's quality, but this room had a bathroom with hot water, a soft bed, and thick blankets at the least.
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Post by {K}itsune on Apr 16, 2010 21:31:43 GMT -5
With his hands at her waist, it was easy to feel the rise in temperature as her skin heated up at his touch through the thin fabric of her top. In response to the fluctuation of her body heat, his own rose slightly, causing his hands to feel cool on her sides. The body was an interesting and beautiful thing. Perfect for more....intimate times. Something which Bayn enjoyed very much. With his good looks, how could he not be...experienced?
"Wh-What are you..."
Her body trembled as her lips attempted to form words, but she seemed too distracted to be able to complete a coherent sentence. As a variety of thoughts streamed through her mind, openly displayed for him through her eyes, her eyes seemed to fog over with a mixture of lust and mesmerisation. Slowly her hands moved from her sides to her hips, overlapping his large hands with her small, fragile ones.
"I...ummm...okay," she whispered weakly. Despite her affirmation that she would lead him to a hotel, her hold seemed to tighten on his hands, desperately trying to keep him in place. His eyes flicked lazily down to her hands, allowing his grip to tighten for just a second before looking back up, antagonisingly slow, to meet her gaze. Her wish was obvious there. She wanted to kiss him. She might have even, if her more "logical" side hadn't butted in, backing her away from a ledge that would ultimately lead to something she might not be prepared for.
His hands fell away easily enough as she pulled from his grip, blushing like she'd considered jumping him in a child-filled playground, or something. As she turned and seemed to shake herself to gather her thoughts, he smiled ever so slightly. Eventually she began leading him through the town and he followed in silence, hardly even making a sound as his feet propelled hiim along the cobblestone walkway. Everything about him held a deadly grace, one that could both kill you and charm you.
After ten minutes of heated silence, Bayn could tell that being so close to him was practically killing her. Every time they accidently brushed against each other, a shiver would visibly run down her spin, and her skin would heat up, which was only noticeable because each time they touched, her skin burned hotter. Plus, he could hear her heart turn over in her chest each time. Unlike most humans, her heartbeat didn't annoy him, it blended in with the rest of his thoughts and sort of resided in the back of his mind like music played on low; comforting and pleasant.
When they arrived at the inn she had chosen, Bayn couldn't help the small smirk that made it's way to his lips as the host announced that there was only one room left. While he was positive no one had saw, Bayn scolded himself internally. It wasn't that he was planning on doing anything to her - yet - it was that he knew that this would seriously snap her already strained nerves.
"I'll sleep on the floor," she announced instantly as they arrived at their room. "Do you realize just how cold the floor will get through the night, even with a fire going and blankets? I'll take the floor." he murmured, his eyes meeting hers from across the room, scorching brightly. The intensity of his gaze rivaled any intimate embrace and surpassed most. He was just that good. It was like going to second base without even touching the girl, and definitely without trying or intent.
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