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Post by Lucca on Jun 17, 2010 18:12:52 GMT -5
Menefer's reaction to her gesture wasn't what Mrs. White had expected, and she made a mental note to try a different method of subtle seduction next time than leg brushing. Normally, it would have amused her dark sense of humor that he'd hurt himself, but since a lot of painful memories had been brought up, she wasn't at all in a playful mood.
She looked up, startled, when the paw went over hers, resisting the urge to throw off the uninvited contact. She was letting him in on purpose, but it was still a conscious effort to let this man be so close. Despite the fact they may be a whole lot closer later, if things went as planned...
She looked up at him, eyes wide and wet, and gave him a watery smile. Her paws trembled, as if she were holding back more sobs. "Oh...oh Menefer...you are helping, just by being here. You...you have no idea how much it means to me. With my past...and these tears...and being from the region I'm from...so many others judge me, or even...or are even afraid of me, just because of where I was born." Nell couldn't believe that she was able to say such sentimental crap without gagging, but she managed it. And if she had the measure of Menefer, he'd eat it up like whipped cream. Of course, it was all a lie. She found him amusing. People who would love her for who she really was? HA! Like anyone ever would. She was unstable at best, downright psychotic at worst. They were wise to fear her, and it didn't bother her that most shunned her for her region. She had no use for such Cards, after all. All she really wanted was not to be loved, she didn't care about that...she really just wanted to be able to get revenge on her brother and live a good life, brutally killing anyone who got in her way or who was annoying. Was that too much to ask?
But none of that would win her points with Menefer, and so she instead pretended as if it upset her when she was stereotyped. "I...I'm so glad you're different then all of them..." She brought her other paw to rest on top of his, kneading ever so gently and resisting the urge to use her claws. "You must understand what it's like...to face prejudice merely because of the color of your fur..." Her eyes drifted to his binding. So curious, the Torquehelm traditions...so strange and foolish.
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Post by /|/afamere on Jun 17, 2010 20:38:31 GMT -5
Menefer felt her paws tremble and nodded his head quite frequently, knowing fully on how she felt about other judging her all the time just because of the color of her fur. He knew this well and it was what cost him his place in the Torquehelm. Oh how his parents hated him... they would go out of their way to put him in bad situations, his father constantly on a rampage... things were never nice for him back there.
"Nellwyn... I know what you are going through, I am a Torquehelm that has no place in his own region, people there look at me as if I were already free from my bindings and that I was never in a mind to help the land. The scorn that I had endured is the same as yours." he said with his heart in his words. Things were never nice for him... things were really cruel. "So if you wish... let us support one another so that we can both make a place were we belong." he said with a smile on his face. Hoping that she would think better of him if he knew her pain and was willing to work with one another to carve a path for themselves.
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Post by Lucca on Jun 19, 2010 17:41:22 GMT -5
Nellwyn wanted to laugh. He understood what she was going through? Hardly. The two of them were nothing whatsoever alike, no matter what the idealistic Torque may think. Instead, she nodded, eyes solemn. Her paw over his increased its tension, grasping onto him as if to a lifeline.
"Oh, Menefer," she said, with a rather tearful look she didn't feel, "I'm sorry they force you to adhere to their traditions like that. Maybe...maybe you should be free..." She looked around, as if this was something secret, as if this was something she shouldn't be talking about so publicly. "It is their will that binds you. Many of your region...they claim being so close to my region, the Tulgey Woods, has put a curse on them, and on their land. I don't think that's true. I don't think we're a curse any more than you all deserve to bound from birth for something that isn't your fault." Really, she was just curious how he would react. Would he be angry, uncomfortable, defensive? Or would he actually give up his bindings...for her? That thought made something in her sing. That was power...power to manipulate him to her will. Power she deserved to have over all lesser beings.
She leaned across the table, looking at him with burning yellow eyes. "I will always support you, Menefer." The greatest joy would be the day she could break that promise and crush his heart into millions of little pieces. But first...she had to make sure he was completely and utterly infatuated with her.
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Post by /|/afamere on Aug 4, 2010 12:13:27 GMT -5
Menefer looked up at her once she started talking about his bindings. He knew the stories and knew what could happen if he let anyone else remove them, and yet... something inside him wanted to know what it felt like to be freed from the the bindings of his homeland. Something told him that if he was to do it, that he could walk on all four legs, run! and play like he never had before. It was a dream that he always wanted to have, and yet... here he was sitting with someone that he was starting to become attached to and she was hinting at him removing something that had been with him from birth. That started his skin to crawl...
His eyes went wide when she said that she would support him. He really believed her, with out a doubt did he not find any reasons to not do so. He felt like if he did remove them then she would stay with him from the transition from being a bound torque to a freed Torque, and he really considered this.
"Nell... I don't know what to say or do right now..." he said as he cast his eyes downward so that he didn't look her dead in the eyes... he knew without a doubt that he would crumble if he did and do what she said. "I really do wish to remove them... and yet... it gives me the same feeling of abandoment of my realm... If I did... I would never be able to return, not to mention the sufforing that I would endure afterwards...."
He would turn his gaze back up to her and smile, "Though... being free... that is something else." he said as he pushed his plate away not feeling hungry any more.
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Post by Lucca on Aug 4, 2010 14:55:26 GMT -5
How utterly, utterly delightful his reactions were! It made her inner demon simply roar from sadistic glee, as she could plainly see the struggle in his eyes. And when he spoke...she closed her eyes and looked away, as if stricken by emotion...even shivering a little. Really, it was because the Tulgey was savoring the delicious pain behind his words. The fear. The forbidden desire he had...it made her feel warm and powerful in a way so few things had lately.
She had been wrong to worry over this, playing with someone's heart was exactly the sort of release she'd needed, all this time. Another piece, now...to the game. She could have laughed or gagged at the cutesy little nickname he gave her. Oh, if he had any idea who Nellwyn really -was-, any idea the monster that thrived within...he would never say such things!
"Menefer," she said, letting a quaver of false emotion, of sympathy, creep under her voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't wish to upset you! If you don't want to...if you'd rather keep them..." She looked up, eyes the picture of innocence, of some unnameable emotion...of the trappings of false affection and awe that somehow slithered up from the depths of her dark soul. Mrs. White could manage such things...it was how she'd captivated her late husband so, fooled him into thinking she adored him utterly...fooled everyone.
"If I can help, please...let me know! I only want what is best for you..." She gave his paw a final squeeze, and then let go, and began to eat her meal, managing to hold the fork and knife within her black-tipped paws. Not a speck of grease or grime marred her pristine white fur, for she had been taught to be a lady from very young.
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Post by /|/afamere on Aug 4, 2010 23:28:04 GMT -5
Menefer looked down at the food that he had before him, the same food that he had pushed away moments ago. He listened to what she had to say and had a small jerk as she gripped his paw. That was what caught him off guard. He gazed back up at her with his innocent eyes and his mouth held slightly open. This was the first time that she had touched him without it being an accident. So... she really did care for him, right?
He watched her eat for a moment so he could gather the thoughts that ran through his mind in a rampant storm. He didn’t quite know what to do at this moment, didn’t know whether to agree to her and forsake all that he knew, and his homeland; or, to keep his bindings and never know what it means to be truly free from all his worldly bonds and experience a freedom like one he had never had with someone that cared for him as much as a… as… a girlfriend? Maybe?
He took a sip from his cup held between two paws as to clear his through without having to make a sound that was so bestial. Once finished he spoke in a uneven tone and could easily be identified as meek and unsure… ”Nell… umm… I need help… if I were to do that… and it would…” he cleared his throat ”Umm… if you were… with me… like… umm…”.
Oh suits… he was red in the face and couldn’t even look at her any more… he was being way to bold for his liking… something that the meek innocent feline never possessed.
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Post by Lucca on Aug 5, 2010 7:46:52 GMT -5
Mrs. White felt no anxiety or uneasiness from the fact that her date was watching her eat. Again, the lessons instilled in her since she was old enough to understand what a 'fork' was gave her the proper poise in these sorts of situations. Besides which, she was more than content to eat this lovely meal and let her mind drift off everything else, for now. All creatures needed to eat, so she didn't see the point in not enjoying it. Of course, like with all things in life, there were times she loathed the necessity as well...though that had less to do with the food and more to do with the company. Eating with McDuck was an experience that would never be enjoyable. It was almost a relief, most nights, that she was serving him and thus didn't actually have her own meal until later.
Her eyes flickered back to Menefer as he was speaking. Struggling to get something out, apparently, and amusement warred with frustration inside her in reaction over his meek personality. And he actually thought she could ever be interested in someone like him! She, who had killed before without batting an eye, and enjoyed it! Of course, she kept both emotions from her face, careful to leave it a mask of innocent confusion.
"Menefer? I...I'm afraid I don't know quite what you mean." She batted her eyes sweetly, though inwardly she was laughing, amusement winning out. Because she had to laugh to keep from killing him. Life was just like that, sometimes.
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Post by /|/afamere on Aug 6, 2010 18:53:39 GMT -5
If Menefer knew anything about her, he would have done ran away and rocked in some small corner in a padded cell to rid himself of thoughts of being killed or worse. Menefer had no back bone and usually was submissive to anyone that was more dominant than he was. It was just how he learned to survive, now if someone had taught him how to stand up for himself then he would have done that with her in the first place, but may have found that his food was poisoned or worse... a knife through the heart.
Though with his current issues he knew that he had to stand up for at least a few seconds and spurt it out, else he would never have the chance. It was like trying to kill your own parents... for no reason to him. Though it was time for him to say what was on his mind for this one time, and probably the last time if his request was turned down.
He would look up at her, watching how she ate with the silverware and smiled... she was beautiful no matter what she did, or how she acted. She was just the perfect person to him, someone that couldn't possiably hurt him in any way.
He cleared his throat and took a swallow of his drink before he looked up to her his eyes having a almost pleading look in them, "Mrs. White.... I can't do this alone... and it would help.... I mean... it would be nice to know that someone would be here for me.... to ummm.... help me through this if I do do it... and soo.... I'm.... I am asking... if you would... would be my.... girlfr... girlfriend." he said in a rush at the end, looking like he just crushed himself trying to force it out, already feeling the bit of uneasyness from the fact that she could say no.
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Post by Lucca on Aug 7, 2010 12:08:41 GMT -5
More stuttering. It was a supreme effort to keep the confused, but serene look on her face, when most of her just wanted to scream at him to have out with it. If she was who she pretended to be, she may have found his hesitance very cute...but there wasn't enough kindness in her to admit to that reaction. But she pretended she found it sweet, letting her confused, curious look melt into a smile, though her eyes seemed oddly bright.
"Ah, Menefer! That's...that's so sweet of you..." Her eyes found his, and if there was something odd behind her expression, she covered it with her dazzling smile. "It will be hard..." To pretend your pitiful devotion actually means something to me. "But for you...for you, I will do this. I will stand by your side." She let herself lean forward, just slightly, until she could feel the tips of their whiskers touching. Now, perhaps, the guy would finally be open to her seduction attempts...because things always got so much more lovely and complicated when you added in a level of intimacy...at least, for those who actually cared about silly little things like emotions.
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Post by /|/afamere on Aug 7, 2010 15:46:31 GMT -5
Menefer quickly recovered as she said that she would stand by his side, to help him through this. It was rare and rather sweet of her to want to help someone like himself out like this. Many people just avoided the Torquehelms all together, where as, she was willing to help him through all this. It was rather wonderful indeed! To be with someone, someone that cared enough to help him, and someone that... wait? Did she say that she would stand by his side... just to help him out? Or to be his girl friend? OH! this is soo confusing to the young torque. Though... he thought, no matter what happens... at least he is closer to someone no matter what... and could possiaibly be on the way to love?
Then she leaned forward, something that he hadn't expected at all. Her whiskers touched his and he could feel thousands of goosebumps all along his skin. It was a wonderful feeling, a feeling of complete elation. So... did this mean that she was his girlfriend? He hopped so and leaned in for a kiss.
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