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Post by The Jenn on Aug 2, 2010 16:53:33 GMT -5
"I can getcha both of those," Felaria mumbled into his skin, squeezing him back before she let him go reluctantly. "Home first, so the me can be without all this shit everywhere an' no people t'worry about."
She slipped off the bed and scuttled out the door, going to pleasantly harass one of the nurses into helping her with Harold and a carriage and all that mess. She wouldn't be able to catch him so easy if he fell over, so she wanted their help getting him into the coach. Even if he looked steady, he'd looked steady before he went flat out, so she wasn't chancing a concussion or something equally unpleasant. His head on the cobblestones of the city streets... no.
Cuddling close to him as they made their way home, she leaned out to pay the last of the cash she had readily on her person before slipping him out and away from all these people and into their home. Into her care, now that there didn't look to be any sort of medical emergency looming.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 30, 2010 15:19:01 GMT -5
Harold was happy to have the close contact with Felaria as he tried to sort things out in his head. Had all of that really happened? Was it just some horrible dream? It didn't seem like it.
He knew it was true. All of it. Did that explain why he was so.... messed up? He had never been normal to begin with.
When they made it to the apartment he gave a small sigh of relief. He was careful not to lose his balance as they made their way up the stairs. He actually managed to unlock the door without any assistance, letting Felaria walk in first.
He quietly shut the door behind them. Leaning on it as he stared at the apartment in front of him. How exactly could he explain these events to Felaria without sounding absolutely insane?
He couldn't. They were crazy to begin with.
"When I was unconscious... I remembered things. Things about my past that I had forgotten...and I think I need to tell someone about them before I explode."
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 4, 2010 21:11:29 GMT -5
Poor man was so wobbly after being in bed all that time. Felaria steadied him as best she was able, silently cursing her lack of a biped form yet again. Someday soon she'd remember the trick to unlocking that little achievement. When she did, life would get a hell of a lot easier.
"If you's gonna esplode, you do it on the couch," she told him with a funny look. Reverse memory loss? She'd never known him with all his memories. There'd always been a bit of a fuzz to him. Hard to untangle, her Harold, in all sorts of ways.
She got him to sit down before he fell down and then sprawled half on his lap, waiting. "You can tell me anythin', lover, you know that. However weird, crazy, messed up, sick, or - heavens help us - normal. Go on. You jus' go an' you tell me when you ready for me t' talk."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 5, 2010 22:46:31 GMT -5
Harold couldn't help but laugh at Felaria's remark. "Right, the couch," he said as he made his way over to the furniture. He didn't manage to muster the will to be graceful as he half flopped onto the couch. A sigh escaped him as he got comfortable. A small part of him wished he could run his fingers through Felaria's old mane right now.
"Normal would be a wonderful change of pace," He commented as he ran his fingers through his own hair. "I think this falls under weird, crazy and messed up at the very least."
It took a moment for the man to launch into his explainable of what he had remembered. The fact that he was originally a sword, from the fact that he had been bound to a young Club who he failed to protect, the fact that she had fallen in love with a Golfram, and so forth simply rolled from from his mouth as he looked down at the woman comfortably sprawled on his lap.
"And then I met you..."
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 10, 2010 21:12:15 GMT -5
Well, their life would never be normal or easy. Or their death. Felaria had come to terms with that a long time ago. No settling down with a man and a passle of kids for her while the bugs buzzed around and the swamp never changed. No.
But it seemed that her Harold had gone through a hell of a lot before she'd even met him. Sounded like he'd gone through all that even before she was born. What a sobering thought.
And the fact that he was originally... a sword?! That bit got a disbelieving stare, but she kept her mouth zipped and just watched him mutely, listening to the increasingly fantastical story. Fffff. Spurned for a Golfam, and in love with a Golfam. That couldn't have been easy for his poor head. And he... hadn't known at the time of their meeting. Gods above.
"Always knew you was special," she murmured, looking up at him with a deeply thoughtful expresion. "An' neither of us knew jus' how special you was. Damn. Damn but that's a story. An' how you takin' it, lover? We finally got summa whachu wanted an' it's nothin' like we expected. A'course."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 13, 2010 0:50:45 GMT -5
Harold wasn't particularly sure how he was taking it. It was hard to believe any of it was true, but he knew that he wasn't creative enough to make this up. This was far beyond his wildest dreams and everything just... clicked.
"It's obviously a lot to take in," He said slowly. He looked down at Felaria with an almost unreadable expression compared to his usual works of worry. "But I guess it doesn't change most things. I'm still me, just a little bit more complicated. I'm still madly in love with you and..."
His eyes wandered to his own chest. The tip of his suit was peaking out from under his white shirt. Apparently something had changed with that again. Maybe he would stay a club now? Though that did mildly complicate things. How many people had seen his suit when he was looking for work? "It seems like my suit changed though."
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 19, 2010 8:47:38 GMT -5
Felaria smiled very slightly at the compliment - her man was a sweetheart, no doubt about that. "When was we ever not complicated?" she muttered with a snort. "This jus' makes everything a whole new level'a weird. The play writers wouldn't even dare this shit. People'd never believe 'em."
After a moment, she looked up and then followed his eyes to his barely exposed upper chest. With a curious webbed paw, she twisted around to reach up and tug it down a little more. "Aww, hell. My Heart's gone forever, ain't it? Least you still got your own beatin' under it. Fff. S'pose you lost the abilities that went along, huh? Guess you jus' tell people you got your 'tattoo' removed or summat? They'd buy it. Weird to begin with. Finally found a spell or sumthin' like that."
And so they were a proper pair of Clubs now. Wouldn't Grandaddy just have shit a golden brick at that one. Old bastard.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 20, 2010 22:26:44 GMT -5
"Good point," Harold said with a half chuckle. Complications were like breathing air for him and Felaria. Though things just seemed to be getting more complicated. He would have tempted fate and asked what could possibly make things more complicated, but he was smarter than that.
He watched her expose the mark on his chest. Jack of Clubs. There was no denying that it changed, and he honestly couldn't remember who had seen his suit and who hadn't.
He tried to activate one of the Heart abilities. He had never been spectacular with them to begin with, and lately they had been on the fritz.
Nothing happened of course.
"And it looks like I can't use any of the Heart abilities.... but they had been acting rather unreliable." He sighed.
"So I had a magical tattoo that changed my suit to a bleeding Heart and now I'm suddenly a Club..." He frowned. Would people honestly be that stupid? Probably. They believe most of the ridiculous things that came out of his mouth when he was searching for an excuse about his past. "Sounds like a plan." He leaned forward to give Felaria a kiss on the forehead. At least she was taking all of the information better than he thought she would.
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 14, 2010 12:34:12 GMT -5
With regards to Harold and other people, Felaria was likely to go a little batshit. But with him and himself, or him and her, or him and the whole fucking universe just taking them and twisting them around? She had developed a fairly blase attitude towards it all.
The kiss summoned up an absent grin and she rested her head flat on his shoulder, relaxing a little into the odd curve of the lizard body as she thought. People would completely buy it. They lived in the Capital. Weirder shit happened every day, all around them. People might poke a little, but they would let it go eventually. Her lover was more than smart enough to explain it all away so that they'd buy it. With all the learning in his head, he could just pound them into the floor with some sort of obscure logic until they retreated with a headache. Or something.
She shifted and stretched out a little more before sighing. "Y'know... sounds pretty dumb, but you been sleepin' all this time an' I been up worryin'. I think I'mma go t'bed now. You wanna join, or you all fired up over this?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 16, 2010 16:12:22 GMT -5
He still wasn't used to Felaria having a lizard body. A small part of him missed her fuzziness, but at least now they could cuddle with each other. Things were so much better now.
"It's not dumb in the slightest," he said with a smile. "I didn't mean to keep you so worried. I'll try not to do it again anytime soon." He gave her another light kiss after a moment of bending awkwardly so he wouldn't disturb her comfort. Lizards would flexible, he would give the body that much.
"I'm going to stay awake for a little while longer, I'll be in to join you after I look through a few things." He still had a lot to sort through in his mind. He wanted to write a bit of it down for the sake of prosperity and so he wouldn't constantly go through it in his head.
(( OOC: Do you want to do a time skip where Harold finds out his rank isn't just clubs? ))
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