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Post by FlyingPanther on May 26, 2008 14:07:55 GMT -5
Silvanus began to shake slightly. All the sensory triggers had brought him back. He was reliving it all. The water turned cold, the world around him turned dark. Ophelia was no longer there. Rain tapped at the window of his old bathroom in the night. The silence was all consuming. He looked around, eyes wide. No...no he didn't want to be back here. He knew what came next here. He looked at the bathroom door, which had morphed into his own...
"There was a crash..."
A booming sound came from the back of his mind, but he did his best not to cower under the water as he had done as a child. He stayed still, afraid to breathe...afraid to make a noise. He only shook miserably...like a toy dog on a cold day.
"People where yelling...cursing..."
His hands grabbed the edge of the tub, his memory replying the words of the commanding officer, his cursing, Brady's replies. He continued to look at the door of the bathroom. He knew who would come through that door. He knew who he had wished it would be.
"I found the kid..."
He said mouthing the words that Brady said as he opened the door. The old German Shepard strode in, and subconsciously he lifted his bad arm to give to Brady. A shooting pain went through his arm, and he yelped, clining to it to his chest. He opened his eyes and he was back in the tub with Ophelia. His eyes watered slightly from the pain...and the hellucination.
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Post by Vyn on May 27, 2008 7:27:09 GMT -5
Silvanus said very little, but his body said far more than words could express. Ophelia watched with a sort of detachment that only a practiced scientist could maintain until, at last, the male broke and he cried out in pain as he tried to lift his wounded arm.
Instinctively, Ophelia's arms wound around him and she urged him against her as she murmured soft reassurances. "Stay with me, Silvanus. You went somewhere else for a while." Her voice was soft and direct, trying hard to tether him to her with a solid figure from the present instead of a figment from the past. Once she was sure she had his focus, she smiled sadly. "...Are you ready to continue?"
Slowly she ran her fingers through his hair, attempting to lend him some comfort while checking to be sure she'd gotten out the worst of the kinks. Her hands slid through without mush resistance. She twisted slightly, uncorking the tub and beginning to let the water run out. She'd have to give the shedding buck a quick rinse but otherwise they were done with the showering and - Ophelia hoped - he'd feel slightly better to have the dead fur and grime off of him.
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Post by FlyingPanther on May 27, 2008 14:29:51 GMT -5
Silvanus felt the woman's arms wrap around his body, and he quickly settled into the curve of her body. He stilled, resting his head against Ophelia's chest, and breathing slowly, careful of his antlers. He didn't want to move, he felt safe like this, but he knew it wasn't proper. He felt embarrassed for phasing out as he did. "I'm sorry...I...I don't really know what just happened." he said as a rather lame appology, not because he knew what had happened, but just because the event had been so bizarre such a vague sentence seemed strange. He stayed huddled there for a moment, still reluctant to move from Ophelia's embrace.
After a moment or two, he gave in to the fact that he couldn't stay like this forever. Just like he couldn't keep the end of this story from her forever. She felt badly for him now...but she wouldn't for long. "Yes, let's just...get out of this accursed tub..." he said with a small laugh, like he had meant it to be a joke, but it just wasn't really that funny at all. He watched as the female let the water drain, let the weight of their two bodies mesh together again without the floating sensation of the water. Watched how his remaining pelt hairs meshed with her own ebony ones. He shuddered slightly, both from the sudden cold and the memories. He wished those memories hadn't turned sour...
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Post by Vyn on May 29, 2008 11:16:34 GMT -5
Ophelia quietly cursed her body for the flush of pleasure she received once Silvanus laid against her. It was nice and she was one of those foolishly motherly sorts that enjoyed taking care of people.
Even fools like Silvanus.
"I understand." She murmured gently before lifting up and urging him along with her. They were both covered in his loose fur and would require a careful rinse. "Just a short rinse, then we'll get out."
With that said, Ophelia shifted and pulled the curtain closed before twisting her body slightly to direct the water into the shower head. The cold water would hit her first, causing her to shiver against Silvanus, but once it warmed she shifted so that the flowing water could rinse them both of his shed fur.
With her head cleared from the cold rinse and their fur clean, Ophelia turned off the water and ushered him out to dry off.
Once they were dry, Ophelia turned her attention onto the buck again and studied his frame -- checking to see what else he might need -- before deeming everything momentarily satisfactory. "You'll have my bed for the night, I'm taking the couch." Her words left no room for 'gentlemanly' argument, she didn't feel like getting into that with him, and she moved on briskly without hesitation. "Do you need anything to eat? Or should we just sit and talk a while?"
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Post by FlyingPanther on Jun 11, 2008 12:24:59 GMT -5
Silvanus felt a dull ache in his body as he stood to shower off. It wasn't just the mental ache of his heart, but a physical ache, one which effected what seemed to be almost every muscle in his body. He sighed with the realization that he was far to skinny, and unkept. He wished he could float in the bathwater until he wasted away into nothing, but something like that was never an option, no matter how appealing it seemed.
The cold water hit the doe in front of him, and he saw her shiver, few droplets hitting him like ice cold pinpricks. He stepped closer to her so as to warm her with what little heat was left from his body. The wave of water that washed over him was comforting, but just as quickly as it came it was over, and he was soon handed a towel to dry off in. He rubbed himself down, and realized there were little patches of naked skin, where hair had just fallen out. He grimenced, he really hadn't been taking very good care of himself had he? What a wreck. The fur that was left puffed out slightly, making him look briefly like a fuzzy teddy. He towel dried his mane slightly.
"I..." he began to protest about the sleeping arrangement, but she didn't give him much of a choice with her tone, so he just shut his mouth. She probably wouldn't want him around anyway once he finally coughed everything up. He simply shook his head when she asked if he needed to eat. He felt sick to his stomach. Eating would only cause him to upchuck at this point. "I should probably just get the story overwith...", he said dispairingly.
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Post by Vyn on Jun 11, 2008 12:34:24 GMT -5
Ophelia could've sighed to the feeling of Silvanus's meager warmth against her. It was a feeling she missed, regardless of how brief their relationship had been... or if it could even be called that.
That thought alone was enough to truly pull a sigh from the doe, but she forced it down as quickly as it had come and turned his focus onto drying off. Better to be distracted than to brood on things, especially now when she was sure she'd have more than enough to brood on before long.
Once Silvanus had finished drying off, Ophelia tossed his towel with hers into the laundry basket and beckoned the weathered buck to follow as she moved out into the sitting room.
How long ago had it been since the last time they'd been sitting here talking about things that neither of them wanted to hear? If it weren't such a bitter moment, Ophelia might have laughed. Instead, she motioned for him to take a seat as well and leaned back to watch him.
"Let's continue then."
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Post by FlyingPanther on Jun 11, 2008 12:59:33 GMT -5
The small bit of content that the buck felt from finally being showered quickly went away as he sat on the couch. The last time they had sat here, Ophelia had told him she was pregnant, and he had first told her about the fact that he had at one point had a brother. Now he was back to finish the tale. He almost wished that Ophelia was going to tell him that she was pregnant again. He would prefer it to what was eventually going to happen. He really didn't know how she would react. He couldn't help but look at her a bit. She truely was a great friend, which he honestly didn't deserve, and now he was going to loose her. Just because he didn't deserve her, didn't mean that he didn't want her in his life. She had done a great deal for him, more then he would be able to express to her.
He sighed looking away from her a bit, instead looking down at his hands resting in his lap. "That night my mother had been attacked by Him. Normally He probably would have shreded her to bits, as thats what he did with his victims, but for one reason or another, he had not done that to my mother..." he played with his hands a bit, visibly uncomfortible, "She was raped, eventually rescued by the patrol in the area."[/color] He scratched the back of his neck, "She became pregnant, and soon gave birth to my....brother..." the way he said brother, already seemed to tell where this story was headed. The word was like poison in his mouth, but he didn't speak for a moment. After all, his brother had just caught up with him after he had thought he had been dead for a very very long time. The word was not just discusting, but something now to be feared.
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Post by Vyn on Jun 11, 2008 19:48:44 GMT -5
Ophelia didn't say a word as she waited for Silvanus to speak.
Her eyes were dark with emotion, though reading the truth behind the swirling conflict of emotion would've been near to impossible. How on earth was she supposed to react to all this when she still wasn't sure if she truly forgave him for his first disappearance?
When Silvanus looked away, Ophelia closed her eyes and slowly ran her fingers through her still damp fur. This night wasn't going to get any easier, and she had already decided she would let him stay for the night if nothing else. All that was left was to hear his story out.
She listened without interrupting, slowly beginning to piece in the details of this night with the ones from the story he'd told her before their children were born. The ending note of brother, so venomous on his tongue, only furthered her previous assumption. Something horrible had happened to that boy. Sighing heavily, Ophelia bit her lip and reopened her eyes to stare at the buck.
"What happened to your brother, Silvanus?"
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Post by FlyingPanther on Jun 11, 2008 20:14:59 GMT -5
The stag could feel himself shaking, and he itched the back of his neck painfully. He was sure he would draw blood with the intencity of each nervous scratch of his neck. How many times had he done that in recent times? It felt like a great deal. At least he could cover the scars with his long mane. Blue tendrils danced along his hand as it shook with the scratching motion. A small sweet chime sounded from the golden heart which hung from one of the prongs of his antlers. He couldn't handle sitting beside the doe any longer. He was procrastinating the end of the story. He really didn't want to tell her. He stood obruptly and instinctively headed towards the door, but he stopped halfway there, folding his arms against his chest. His back was to Ophelia. He didn't want to see the look of horror on her face when he told her.
He didn't know what to think about his brother. There were two extremes within him, which seemed contridictory of eachother. Part of him was happy his brother had survived, part of him was enraged. Part of him wanted to renew some sort of relationship with him, no matter how hard or impossible that was, another part wanted nothing to do with the beast that was his brother. He closed his eyes tight. He wished his mind would make up his mind. The only thing it seemed to make up it's mind on, was that for one reason or another, his brother was something to be feared right now. And that most certainly from the way his brother talked with him...that death was in Silvanus' near future.
"I..." he said, his voice small and afraid, and yet shamed as well. He resisted the urge to scratch his neck again, instead shutting his eyes tighter. He had to tell her. He couldn't keep it from her now... "Remember when we were talking about the situation with Astyana and Igal, and I said that I had done worse things in my life? Things that I am not exactly proud of?"
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Post by Vyn on Jun 12, 2008 12:22:17 GMT -5
When Silvanus stood, Ophelia was on her hooves in a moment with a sudden look of righteous frustration burning in her chartreuse eyes. He was not leaving now. He was not going to up and abandon her a second time! Not when she'd taken the time to tend to his wounds and clean his filthy coat.
"Silvanus..." Her tone was tense with warning and yet softened by distress.
She didn't sit once he'd stopped, but lingered behind him with the full intent of dragging him back to the couch until he began to speak again. The doe eased back quietly, leaning against the arm couch as she waited for him to continue his tale.
"Yes, Silvanus, I remember." The doe sighed again, moving forward to place a hand on his arm. "Come back to the couch. You're not leaving tonight, even after you tell me your story. I want the truth, Silv, even if I won't like it."
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