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Post by Satra on Mar 4, 2008 0:05:20 GMT -5
Her eyes had completely come back into full focus. She continued looking up at him. He had... averted his eyes and was staring at the window with closed drapes. Hmm, she would have to be careful or the tables would turn and she would be the one who looked like a pervert.
Which, she was, but she didn't want to be kicked out for it.
However, he seems to have been drawn in, which was good. She continued slowly moving her fingers over him. She spoke.
"Hmmn, well, not many ask about me personally, so pardon me if I leave anything out," she moved her nose away from his cheek to rest her head on his shoulder, "Heh, I as a rather... adventurous child, let's say. We had a private practice healer employed by the family. It came to be that by the time I was five, my parents hired a second healer that actually lived in our house, just for me," she chuckled, "I actually had a run-in with one of those Raiders I told you about," her entire body shivered quite noticeably, "It's... a memory that's stuck with me, even thirteen years after the fact. I was... thirteen, I think. I absolutely hated my magic teacher, who would later become my teacher for learning the language of the Outside," she rolled her eyes, "More on that stuffy old Owl later. Anywho, I was ditching my lesson for that day, wandering around outside the town barrier when I came across a figure frantically talking to itself and rubbing mud on itself," she referred to the Raider as 'it' rather than 'he' or 'she'. By this time her hand had traveled down and was now tracing lines on his thigh, "I tried to sneak away, knowing exactly what it was," she shuddered again, then shook her head and laughed again. "I'm sorry, this is a pretty awful story to be sharing right now. Did you want to hear something else?"
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 4, 2008 21:41:38 GMT -5
Her fingers continued to...stroke at him as she talked and for the first few seconds he had a difficult time concentrating on her words. Her head resting on his shoulder and she gave a rather breathy chuckle...
But then she started discussing the Raiders...he had to admit to that getting his attention. He really wished he was able to observe one of these things...to see if he could figure out how to cure their..."madness". When she shivered, he couldn't help but put an arm back around her shoulder, poor Heilyn, that must have been awful, the worst thing he had ever run into had been his brother in a fighting mood.
"No it's alright, I'm not bothered if you're not." He murmured, leaning on her in order to stop his shoulder from going to sleep under the weight of her head.
"I've never heard of anything like...uh..."
He shifted his leg, her fingers were getting dangerously close to...well, dangerously close.
"What about your professor? Did you ever...set him on fire? I certainly set two of my magic teachers on fire..."
He grinned and tried to control his blush, glad that she couldn't look directly at his face in this position...she was making him distinctly uncomfortable...and yet.
He didn't want her to leave.
"Sorry to interrupt, please...continue."
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Post by Satra on Mar 4, 2008 22:29:40 GMT -5
Ah, the arm was back. It really felt wonderful, and his head was leaning on hers. She would've purred if she could. Her tail couldn't help but give a flop of approval.
"No, no, you're not interrupting at all." She wouldn't admit it then, but she loved the sound of his voice. Oh, she was so happy right now. Just this touch from someone she allowed to do so... she was relaxing very much, allowing the tension from being on such high guard since leaving the Bog. It was almost overwhelming. But, oh, he shifted his leg. She was making him uncomfortable. That wouldn't do. She moved her hand back up to his chest (but not without dragging it along on the way up). However, she did bring her legs up on to the couch, tucking them next to her, leaning a little more heavily on Bernard. Gods, when was the last time she could relax like this with somebody else? There was Seth, yes, but there was still a tension there. She couldn't tell if it was on her end or his, though.
"Well, the rest of the story goes that it turned and saw me. They are truly awful creatures. Many of them mutilate their own face and body, and pierce themselves in strange places with strange things. This one had a twig pierced from its earlobe, through its cheek and out its mouth.... eh.. heh... so it made a grab for me. In the Bog, we're still finding bits and pieces from the War that happened in that area. No survivors, but plenty of nasty magical artifacts left behind. Usually broken, usually we find shards, but every once in a while we get lucky and find a whole one. For whatever reason, it's not uncommon to find these shards and things still with a magical charge. This one had something, but the problem with the Raiders is they tend to mix and match the pieces they find creating very unstable masses of magical trash. It made a grab for me, activating its artifact, I assume, from the way the thing lit up. I was fortunate enough for the thing to backfire and kill it with a concussion. I am arrogant enough to say I am a damned good fighter, but there are many, many things I would rather do than get into a one-on-one fight with a Raider, even one that looks weaker..." She laughed quietly.
"Actually, I did light him on fire once. There was a candle oh-so-close to his robe, so I decided to help it along. All it did was burn up his robe a little, and I got in much more trouble than it was worth. I must hear about what you did, though." That should be a good story. She shifted, getting closer, if that were at all possible, and rubbed her cold, wet canine nose up his neck, breathing all the way up. She hovered close to him, tip of her nose touching his ear lobe. She spoke again, almost in a whisper so her voice would not hurt his ears from being so close.
"But, ah, you asked about the fire and lanterns, yes? Did you still want to know?" It was really all or nothing from this point out. To leave everything she'd done so far unfinished... that would make things very uncomfortable the rest of the time.
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 6, 2008 0:40:51 GMT -5
Her tail wagging relaxed him, but he was still on edge, especially when she managed to get even closer.
She really was...cuddled up against him, wasn't she? What in the Hills was going on? The story caught his attention, and he tried to lose himself in the words, these raiders...monsters...they did sound perplexedly interesting...and magical shrapnel?
"Really? Shards of magical objects? Ugh..and those things getting ahold of them, I'm glad you're ok..."
He knew it sounded lame, but he was turning over the thoughts in his mind...and he meant it, he was glad. He patted her shoulder as she leaned into him and leaned into her weight to keep from tipping over.
"Did you? Ha! Glad to hear I'm not the only one, though honestly, my first time was an accident."
Then she...dragged her hand up his lower body and pressed her nose...very sensually up his neck and breathed in his ear. His entire body twitched and he let out a strangled sounding squeak as he extracted himself, shooting off the couch.
Oh god...what was he supposed to do!!?
He began gathering up a few things and babbling as he did so, his entire face crimson his hands shaking with nerves.
"Uh, sorry. I, I have to go and meet with Serafino, it's nearly dinner time and I still have to go over today's sessions with him. Really, I had a nice time talking to you, Heilyn. Thanks, I...I've got to run!"
He tripped over his tongue twice and, without even thinking about it, shot out of the room and down the hall, leaving her in his chambers.
He rushed down to his nephew's chambers, intent on getting into a chat with him on the day's affairs. Needing to hear about normal, boring problems so that he could try to kill the thoughts surfacing in his mind. He was so confused.
He felt torn in two.
Lin...I still love...Lin.
What do I do?
(OOC: Feel free to have her respond to this, then pick up again with her looking for/finding/absconding Bernard. It'll have to be at least four days later though. He's amazing at not being found when he really doesn't want to be. <3 He's not mad though...and I really do want to continue *No pressure* He just broke, sorry D8 Poor nerd, that was sensual overload <3))
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Post by Satra on Mar 6, 2008 1:26:45 GMT -5
[<3]
Once again, Bernard surprised Heilyn with the incredible speed that he could move. Her ears went back as she watched him rushed around, bright red, swhaking, and completely flustered. She realized that she went too far.
"Wait, Bernard!" she tried to call to him and fix her mistake, but he didn't seem to hear her and had rushed out, leaving her on his couch. She slapped her forehead with her hand, swearing at herself mentally, cursing her damnable libido. She'd just made a serious mess of things. After a moment of rubbing her temples, she got up and headed for the door, picking up a bottle of the Vodka as she left. Oh, yes, she would be needing this tonight.
She left the room, shutting the door behind her, throwing back the liquor as she made her way back to her room.
~Four Days later~
It seemed like Bernard did not exist for the next few days. Heilyn was extremely nervous, worried she'd severely offended him. She had made her plans to leave for the Bog and was desperate to find Bernard and make things right with him before she left.
Earlier, she'd prepared a tray of tea and things to bring to his office, but he wasn't there, making all that time lugging the damned thing around completely wasted. Her head was hung, her ears back, and tail low. She'd been kicking herself mentally ever since that day...
"Oof!" she'd rounded a corner and bumped into someone, papers flying everywhere and... something made of glass. Her hand whipped out to grab it, inches before it had hit the ground, the sudden adrenaline rush jolting her out of her stupor.
"Here," she said, handing back the object, but looking down at all the papers, her depressed mood nagging her to do something to turn her karma around, "Lemme help you with tha--" she finally looked up...
It was Bernard...
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 6, 2008 1:37:25 GMT -5
Bernard felt terrible.
He hadn't eaten in...awhile? He couldn't quite remember, and he certainly hadn't slept that night. He had been burying himself with work as best he could, trying to forget what had occurred...not the talk, certainly...he had liked that. He almost wished to find Heilyn again, so that he could smooth things over, apologize...
But she would be angry, wouldn't she? A woman scorned and all that...he just hadn't imagined that anyone would ever want to...
Me? His mind had asked over and over again, in sheer disbelief the first day...along with the other half of his mind that shrieked at him like a banshee for doing that to Lin's memory.
Even if she never had loved him.
He trudged around the corner, three books, some documents and a flask of the test results he needed to send to Queen Iria clutched to his chest. He heard the footsteps and tried to lift his head quickly...but that proved to be too much of a chore and the other person was moving too fast.
They ran into him and sent him sprawling.
"Unh! Hills, I'm sorry. I didn't see you."
He mumbled, grabbing a floating paper as he heaved himself off the floor, he hadn't heard breaking glass...that was the only reason his nerves weren't completely shot. He felt...and looked, awful. His eyes had bruised rings under them and his hair looked a little ratty, as though he had been pulling at the ends.
He reached over for a book as he stood with a groan, looking up.
"Heilyn?"
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Post by Satra on Mar 6, 2008 6:28:57 GMT -5
He looked absolutely terrible. Heilyn's heart sank. Did I do this to him? She looked over him. She made to extend a hand to touch him, but drew it back. She just wanted to see if he was okay, but she couldn't have him running away like he did before.
"Are... you alright?" after his response, she went about collecting papers, vial still in one hand. She got all of them in a neat (though out of order) stack. She went for the books next, but Bernard had already collected them. Gods, he looked so awful right now...
She took a deep breath, collecting herself again. The calm, cool-to-the-point-of-coldness outer demeanor being reclaimed.
"Do you need help?" her voice was a little stronger. As much as she wanted to make sure he didn't kill himself by being over worked, she didn't have the heart to do so without his permission. She'd done enough already.
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 6, 2008 17:20:54 GMT -5
Her voice was...cold. That...that was painful, he had hoped that they could just kind of gloss over the incident and go on being friendly...apparently not.
"I'm...I'm fine, just busy, you know how it can get in here." He said quietly, shrugging and cracking a small smile.
He accepted the papers and flask back from her, watching the way she pulled her hand back...
Ow.
"Oh no, I'm good, unless you really want to open the mail-room door for me, I'd been wondering how I would manage with all this."
He wasn't sure if she would be angry...roll her eyes or something, he was asking for something fairly menial, but he could use the help if she was willing to walk down two floors. He felt terrible about how they had parted last time, and wasn't sure if he could fix it...but he wasn't sure how he would react if she tried...doing that again.
Why did friendship have to be so difficult for him?
People around the palace had always mocked his hermit-like qualities and he knew it was true but it wasn't as though he tried to be unfriendly. He had lots of friendly acquaintences, but when it came to actual friends...
Damn...
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Post by Satra on Mar 6, 2008 18:59:44 GMT -5
He smiled and accepted her offer to help. They were small, but they were there. She breathed a very quiet sigh of relief and gave a small smile.
"I'd be glad to be of any help." She walked slightly in front of him to be a buffer for anything else that may whip around a corner and knock him over again. A small messenger boy sprinted around a corner, and Heilyn redirected him out of the path of the King, but other than that, there were no issues. Walking down the stairs, she made sure he didn't trip. When she finally felt comfortable, she spoke up again.
"If... you don't mind my asking, what are you sending?... are you sure you don't want me to carry anything for you?" The man was a wonderful person, but he could be a bit awkward... The were just coming up on the second flight of stairs, Heilyn acting as buffer zone once again.
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 6, 2008 23:18:22 GMT -5
He hesitantly returned her smile, at least she was smiling...maybe he hadn't offended her as badly as he'd thought?
"Thank you..." He murmured, not quite sure of what else to say, though his mouth twitched in a smile.
"I don't mind at all, and no, I'm fine."
He hefted his items and clutched the bottom book a bit tighter, just in case, as they headed for the second staircase. He was grateful for the fact that she had taken the lead...he probably would have been hit b more people had she not.
"I'm sending a sample of that solution I made while you were in m office, of the way Bog air affected the blood content of a Yarrow? I want to make sure that she's informed of the results...that's what most of the notes are too...as well as a few other experiment results."
The had reached the end of the hall, five doors standiing near them, Bernard shifted toward the one on the far right, turning his head away from her, he yawned hugely.
"Oh, Hills, 'm sorry. Anyway, it's this door here, you're welcome to come in with me if you have nothing else to do..."
He mumbled the last bit, blushing a little, hoping they could strike up another run of conversation.
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