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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 25, 2013 21:48:25 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It wasn't surprising that Edisth rolled over to face him; what was surprising was that her crystal blue eyes were glassy with unshed tears. And then their fingers were entwined, hands pressed warmly together as she snuggled her face into his bare neck. The breath in his throat hitched at her words, a look of shock crossing his pale features. She didn't want him to do that? But.. Shit, her breath against his skin was really distracting now.
He remained silent, lips moving but no words were able to flow out. Why was she saying this? They barely knew each other, originally only spoke to flirt, and, eventually, what they did earlier. Yeah, for once he felt some sort of weird connection, but.. but wasn't that just sympathy? Edisth had a rough past, and she was a sweet girl, but he couldn't.. couldn't possibly care for her. Right? Right? And how could she care for him? He was mentally unstable. He was suicidal. He was going to hell. What did she see?
"I.. I don't.." The words trailed off when her soft lips connected with his throat, enthusiastic about the tangled mess their legs now were. Edisth's vice was so calm.. so kind.. It brought a smile to Rayne's lips, though it was still a little sad. The only real thing he could think of was pity. He reminded her too much of herself. She was pitying him because he was so low, so broken. I don't care. The sudden thought startled him. He didn't care. There had to be some sort of consequence in the end to whatever this was. I don't care.
The redhead's question was more than expected; he knew it would come to mind sometime. And that time was now. The angel's grey eyes fluttered shut as he thought, thoroughly enjoying the physical affection from Edisth. "I didn't tell you what I am, did I?' Of course he didn't, he had been trying to avoid that question. He let out a soft sigh. "I'm an angel, but not the good kind. I broke the rules and my wings were ripped out." He winced. "I have scars. I keep them bandaged for.. reasons."
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 25, 2013 22:34:12 GMT
Edisth sighs softly against his neck, understanding now why he would keep the bandages. She  slightly. "Okay." She murmurs quietly, her lips brushing against his neck as she speaks in the low register. She kisses his neck a few more times, breathing deeply and just enjoying how he smells, the fragrance of his skin even better now that it's mixed with her own scent.
"That's fine." She says quietly, moving her head back to look him in the eye. "So, on to new topics of discussion..." She says, grinning as she quirks an eyebrow.
"Just how much did you like that tattoo of mine?" Edisth asks teasingly, her head close to his, sharing a pillow as she bumps her nose affectionately with his. The tattoo she refers to reaches across her entire back, from the middle of her shoulder blades to the base of her spine and out to her hips and rib cage as well. The tattoo is all swirling lines and intricate designs, strong black in stark contrast to her pale skin. She'd gotten it because she wanted something beautiful, something that meant warrior, that meant shifter in her mind's eye.
She'd drawn the entire thing herself, on a large canvas, and when she had finished, she'd looked at it and seen it's elusive lines and the brash, defiant strokes in other areas of the symmetrical piece of art, seeing herself in it, even if it was abstract. When she'd brought it in to the tattoo artist, he'd raised an eyebrow at her and told her it would cost a fortune. She'd nodded and said money wasn't important, the tattoo was. All she wanted was for it to be done right. He'd accepted her money and gotten to work, and after four months and multiple visits, it was finished and she could move on with her life. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 25, 2013 22:55:28 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rayne was glad she let the subject drop so quickly, humming in approval as her lips continued to brush against the exposed skin on his throat. It'd been a while since he's had a normal conversation after doing the do having sex with someone; it wasn't something he did on a daily basis, really. The pattern was fuck, sleep, leave. And every once in a while he skipped out on sleeping 'cause he didn't need it. This was relaxing. Comfortable. He liked it. Liked it a lot.
"Mmmm.." he mused with a faint smile at Edisth's question. In all honesty, he adored that tattoo of hers. It was intricate. Complicated. You couldn't see where one pattern ended and another began. It mixed and matched. It make him think strong. It also reminded him of how crazy life could be, but all those pictures put together, all that insanity made one beautiful piece of art. Sort of similar to the drawings in his living room.
"It's really sexy," the angel teased with a playful smirk, planting a soft kiss on her nose. He let go of one of her hands, allowing his to dance over her skin to her back. Looking at her through his eyelashes, he lightly tickled the redhead with a smile. "But I really do like it. It suits you." How, he hadn't a clue, but he just felt like it fit Edisth well. "Who created the design for it?" It must have cost a fortune, only for the ink needed to imprint it on her skin. He didn't even want to imagine how much she was charged just for the tattoo artist to draw the design onto her flesh.
His hand moved up her back, fingertips tracing her spine with his grey gaze fixed on her face. The ghost of a frown shaped his lips as his hand came up to cup Edisth's cheek, thumb brushing over her cheek gently. "What's so different about you?" Rayne thought aloud, and he tucked a strand of fiery hair behind her ear. What about this girl, this girl who had burned herself to forget about the torture she endured, had him acting this way?
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 25, 2013 23:45:48 GMT
Edisth smiles as he compliments the tattoo, wrinkling her nose cutely at the small kiss. "Mmmm.... Thank you." She murmurs, thankful for both. Her chest rumbles in a sound not unlike a purr as his hand drifts over her back before the sound turns into a huff, her body wriggling in undisguisable ticklishness. "That felt good, until you went and tickled me, you hooligan." She teases, poking her tongue out at him playfully. The red head snickers, her mouth widening into a grin. She'd always felt good after sex, light, carefree, relaxed, but this was different. She felt great, her body buzzing with warmth and happiness singing through her.
When Rayne speaks again, he asks Edisth who designed it, and she finds herself blushing. She usually doesn't tell people that she's an artist, not wanting attention. She'd always kept her art private, not wanting people to ask her to see it because, to be honest, it is none of their business. But she'd showed him the tattoo willingly, so she figures she might as well just tell him. "Actually... Um, I drew it." The pale girl says, her cheeks, neck, and ears flaming red with a sudden shyness. "I wanted something that meant shifter to me, so I made it myself...." She says, ending her sentence by sucking her lower lip into her mouth and worrying at the skin with her teeth.
Edisth smiles as Rayne's nimble fingers trail over her spine, and then she feels a brief flash of confusion as she sees the small downturn of his lips. Those lips open, and soon she understands. Her eyes widen a little, moving up from his lips to his beautiful, grey eyes, and she smiles softly at him as his fingers place her hair behind her ear.
"I don't know..." Edisth answers quietly, blinking at him as a slow, happy smile curves her lush lips. She tightens her fingers laced with his. "I don't know why you're so different either." She says shyly, her eyelids drooping, sheathing her blue eyes for a moment before they open fully, pinning Rayne with a determined gaze. "I do know I like it, though." She murmurs into the quiet, moving her head closer to his until her eyes start to cross and she closes them, squeezing them shut as she presses her lips to his. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 26, 2013 14:51:03 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Hooligan?" he gasped in mock offense, a pout playing on his features now. "Darling, you seem to forget that respect for your elders is essential," he teased, letting out a quiet chuckle when she stuck out her tongue at him. Of course, her "complaining" provoked more light tickling, this time on the side of her ribcage where no burn scars were located. "It's weird to think that I've been around for a little over half a century, yet I'm still as immature as I had been," the angel mused aloud, his lips curled into a smile. It was weird. You'd think maturity and wisdom came with age, right? Nope. He was still just as stupid and reckless. But that could also come with the fact he really couldn't age or die..
Then a scarlet blush flared up on Edisth's cheeks at his question, indicating that she may have been embarrassed or just caught off guard. It was confusing, until she admitted that she had drawn the design of her gorgeous tattoo. His grey eyes widened a little, perhaps a bit surprised. He hadn't even considered that she was an artist. But she was definitely a good one, obviously. "Nicely done. I love to draw, too, but I don't think I could make anything near as good as that," Rayne murmured.
And then Edisth's lips were against his, and he could feel his eyelashes brush against his skin as his eyes closed, a noise of content in the back of his throat. It was sort of like their first kiss, in a way. Meaning this was their first kiss outside of sex, of course. It was.. odd for him. It'd be practically forever since he's kissed someone without it being due to alcohol or just plain lust. No, this was purely affectionate over anything else. It was new. Rayne liked it, though he eventually broke it, something nagging him in the back of his mind.
It came to mind within seconds; Edisth wasn't fallen like him. She was still sort of human, even though she was a shapeshifter. She needed rest, if not sleep. His eyes opened again, a flash of concern crossing his features. "Are you tired? Be honest," Rayne said in a hushed whisper. "I don't want to keep you up."
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 26, 2013 15:58:24 GMT
Edisth grumbles at the question, her breath huffing out. "Yes." She admits in a tone that clearly says, 'but I don't want to.' "I wish I didn't need sleep." She mutters, and wriggles even closer to him, naked skin sliding against his bandages, and rests her head closer to his on the pillow. "Do you mind me taking up your personal space like this?" She asks, her voice low. Her freckled eyelids are lowering already, the tiredness of the drive and their night together creeping up on her now.
Edisth presses another kiss to Rayne's lips, blinking sleepily at the fallen angel with a soft, secret smile that most people don't receive. The red head yawns, covering her mouth with one hand as her body pulls in oxygen. She ducks her face into his neck then, taking in the soft, sweet scent of his skin and the chocolate he'd had earlier. The shifter breathes deeply for a few moments, smiling into his warm pulse, and then she simply relaxes against it, the long lines of her body pliant to his touch, her blue eyes closing one final time. She drifts off to sleep on her side with her right hand grasping his and her left moving up to curl into his smooth, shaggy dark hair.
Edisth floats into blanketing darkness, warm and content for a long while until she begins to dream. The dream creeps up on her, seeping into her subconscious like tea fusing into cold water. At first, the dream is merely a flash of warm hazel eyes, crinkled up at the corners in an inviting smile. She twitches in her sleep, the eyes morphing into the hard, cruel glint they had become once she fell for his trap. Cool, soothing blackness washes over her for a long moment, the dream seeming to fade away until suddenly: The bite of his whip, tip edged with obsidian, lancing into her flesh as she struggles not to scream; the thick knife, dragging slowly down her thigh as he nudges it's sharp tip inside of her flesh, and she screamed that time, rewarded with a sharp smack to the face and the promise of a scar; his horrifying smirk dancing across her vision before she is blindfolded, making it impossible for her to know what he will do next; the hunter's mocking laugh dancing on the walls as he tells her how much he likes to see her pretty skin ruined.
The images flash through her, lancing into her mind unbidden, and she moves in her sleep, the body curled up with her like restraints, and her voice rolls out of her in gasps and high, keening whimpers that edge with fear and pain. Fat tears roll down her cheeks, but still, she can not wake up, as if hypnotised by the way the hunter had broken her. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 26, 2013 17:34:55 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Not at all," he answered smoothly, a look of amusement crossing his face at her tone that clearly stated she did not want to sleep. A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest at the cutesy little yawn that escaped Edisth's mouth, and he lightly nuzzled her cheek with his nose, briefly bumping hers affectionately. The angel rested his cheek atop her head when she snuggled into his neck, feeling her fingers tangle in his long, black hair as her breathing deepened and slowed, indicating that she was ready to drift off. And he shifted slightly into a more comfortable spot, settling in to spend the rest of the night contemplating life and shit. Well, more like observing the redhead, but.. you know..
It's been far too long since he last gotten any real sleep. He needed about a day's worth every week or so to keep his body running in good shape, but he didn't have dreams. He didn't have nightmares, either. No. He had day dreams, or day nightmares instead, which usually ended up interfering with his life more than he favored. Such as the distorted, depressing flashbacks every now and then, much like earlier. Rayne actually wished he could sleep more. Even when he needed it, like seriously would pass out without it, it was difficult to let unconsciousness take him. Fucking easy if he was injured, but terribly hard when he purposely wanted to escape the world for a few hours. It sucked.
However, at that moment, laying in bed with Edisth, time seemed to fly by too fast. He guessed it had already been a few hours by the shifting of the moonlight coming in through his window. And he had spent all that time helplessly wondering about random things, as well as watched the girl beside him sleep soundlessly, unaware of her surroundings. And then she twitched. Rayne thought little of it; everyone moved in their sleep. It was a normal thing. Until it happened again. And again. And the fourth time was paired with a low keening noise, like the whining of a hurt puppy.
By now he was more than alarmed, realizing that the girl's face was streaked with tears that just kept coming, gasping with pain, her noises filled with fear. First, he gently shook her, murmuring soft words to coax her out of whatever dream, or nightmare, she was having. No response. Then he squeezed her hand lightly, noticing how tightly she was holding on to his fingers, her grip never loosening. Rayne needed to wake Edisth up, and soon. Even if it wasn't real, he couldn't bear to see her laying there, whimpering and crying out as if someone was beating her brutally.
"Edisth?" He hadn't a clue as to how to handle this situation. Shaking her wasn't an option; he didn't want to scare her out of it. And leaving the room to retrieve anything to help was highly undesirable. So he decided to try something else. He rested his forehead against hers, their noses lightly brushing as his hand trailed down her shoulder to her ribcage where the burn scars were. Perhaps her nightmare was about the hunters? "Edisth, you need to wake up," he whispered softly, fingers tracing the scars, but barely. Then he pressed down a little harder, but not enough to make them ache. No, maybe he could use his skin's warmth to simulate the fire that made them. That's how she said she got rid of the images, right?
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 26, 2013 18:45:20 GMT
Edisth was unaware of the fallen angel's attempts to wake her until his hand, hot against her side, pressed into the marks she'd made. She snaps out of the dream with a start, sitting rod straight, the warm hand that had been chasing the dreams away falling to her thigh.
"Oh my God, I didn't hurt you or anything did I?" Edisth asks, momentarily horrified, thinking that she might have lashed out in her sleep. "Thank you, for what it's worth." She says, looking down at the fallen angel and feeling horribly vulnerable, like at any moment he could say a single word and she would just shatter. The sheets fall away, leaving her pale, nude body exposed to the air, and the girl shivers delicately, light trembles moving through her form. Her mind flashes to the whip again, and she swallows, the tears still rolling from her eyes. She lifts her head, looking away from his eyes and deciding to try talking about it. She closes her eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath, and opens her mouth to speak.
"It was the hunter. He had these hazel eyes that were so warm, so inviting. He was friendly when I first met him, but once he got me alone, he turned into this cruel, twisted man. He clearly already knew what I was, though how I don't know, since I hadn't shifted in years. He punched me flat in the nose, knocking me unconscious. I woke up to his eyes hovering over me, and this horrible smirk, and then he was whipping me and---" Edisth chokes off, her hand tightening around his as a sob cuts through her. She shakes her head. "I can't." The shifter says, knowing that if she tries to keep talking, she might have a panic attack.
Edisth turns to look down at Rayne, pain still in her eyes. "Distract me." She says, nibbling at her lower lip. "Please?" |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 26, 2013 19:55:18 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When the pretty redhead suddenly sat up, straight as a board, he flinched back, startled and fearful that maybe he had hurt her without meaning to. And then the look of worry, mixed with confusion, crossed his face again when Edisth asked if she had harmed him. He almost laughed at that; even if she had lashed out in her sleep, it definitely wouldn't have been as bad as the stuff he's done to get injured. Of course, he refrained from mentioning this, settling for rubbing her back gently.
He watched the tremors and shudders that rocked Edisth's slender figure, the slight reflections as the hot tears continued to stream down her cheeks, dripping off her chin and onto the sheets that fell away into a pile around her. And the weird thing.. he didn't even notice she wasn't covered in any way. All the angel could see was that she was hurting, emotionally, and that the words describing her experience were spilling from her lips, like a pair of floodgates had opened. Fury bubbled low in his stomach at her story, and the trauma that the hunter had obviously caused. He squeezed her hand reassuringly as she suddenly cut off from her story, saying she couldn't continue.
"it's okay, you don't have to tell me," Rayne said gently, pulling her into his arms. And then Edisth said she needed a distraction. He nuzzled her cheek lightly, nipping at her ear. "Mmmm.. Maybe.." He didn't know if she was still tired or not, really. And sleep was important for mortals. "I could tell you a story.." His lips moved to her jaw instead, planting soft kisses. The hand that rubbed the girl's back switched to tracing it instead, fingertips following the lines of her tattoo."Or am I too active for you to listen properly?"
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 26, 2013 21:39:28 GMT
Edisth was soothed by Rayne's touch, his hand's warmth helping to ground her and divert her thoughts from the dream. Once the fallen angel pulled her into his arms, she settled against him with a hand on his chest, moving so that she can connect to him as much as possible. She settles into the warm haven of his strong arms, seeking heat and comfort and everything that isn't the sting of a whip and a taunting voice, and letting her pale hands trailing up his chest and into his hair. The contrast between his dark hair and her ghost pale fingers is remarkable, and she smiles softly. "You have... I hope you don't mind me saying this but your hair is beautiful." She says, blushing and peering at him through her dusky lashes.
When the man speaks, Edisth listens to everything he says, choosing not to respond immediately because she is too busy arching her neck back and enjoying the way his lips move against the sensitive skin there. She is glad that she's here, with this fallen angel, sharing warmth and letting him take care of her. Her fingers tighten slightly in the thick, smooth hair, and she lets her voice rumble out of her in a low growl. "I can listen, ask long as you don't expect me to talk. I'm a good listener." The red head says, smiling and then tugging at his hair so that she can look at him. "And I hope you're okay with a little distraction, on my part. Because I'm going to participate." Her eyes flash as she says the words, and she tilts her chin down to press a quick, firm kiss to his lips and grins at him.
"So... What will this story be about?" She asks, smiling at the angel. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 26, 2013 21:57:26 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I'm not a gorgeous ginger like you, but thanks anyways," he chuckled, the sound reverberating deep within his chest at her compliment. Damn, did he like that pink color her skin flushed whenever she was embarrassed or shy. He'd love to see that a lot more often. And once she was settled into his arms, he laid back down with her in tow, the sheets poofing a little around them. I could so get used to this, he thought with a faint smile, the corners of his lips uplifting with ease.
He hummed in approval when Edisth moved and arched in reaction to his touch, allowing him simpler access to her exposed pale skin. Though he loved a challenge - he'd die to see how easy it actually would be to seduce this girl when she wasn't turned on at all - it was just nice to have her eagerly submit under his lips and hands. It told the angel that she enjoyed what they were doing, that she liked being with him like this. It reassured him that she wouldn't be leaving real soon.
"Mmm.. I don't mind distractions," he laughed breathlessly after she pulled away, the feeling of her soft mouth lingering on his lips as a tingling sensation. "Well.." He racked his brain, wanting to choose something from his past, but something that wasn't deep. Not a scar. A memory that wasn't a nightmare. So that it didn't hurt to recall. A rare, genuinely joyful smile crossed Rayne's face then, and he pulled Edisth closer, reveling in the warmth of her body against his.
"I was eight years old, still human. It was Christmas morning. Well, not really morning. It would still have been an hour before my family would have woken up." He took on a nostalgic tone as he spoke, the fondness in his voice clear as day. "It's my favorite memory. I woke up before everyone else. I wanted to see my present so bad that I risked getting a sore ass." His fingers trailed to Edisth's hair, slowly running them through the fiery red strands. "Keep in mind that this was a long time ago, just around World War II. We didn't have a lot of money. I didn't understand that when I was a kid, but I didn't need to. My present was amazing. Not important in hindsight, but I loved it. My parents bought me a slinky. I didn't know what it is, and once my mother showed me.. I played with it all day." Those grey eyes fluttered shut as he recalled it better. His older brother laughing. His mother's stern, yet loving voice. "It was the best day ever."
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 27, 2013 2:05:20 GMT
Edisth blushes at the compliment, wrinkling her nose a little and shaking her head. "I'm not that pretty." She says, moving on top of Rayne so that she can get more comfortable. She reaches up with her lips, finding a bit of skin to press a kiss to, and then she lies her head on his chest, flaming hair spread out behind her.
As the angel speaks, Edisth listens, her fingers petting his soft hair as he tells her of his favourite memory. At random moments, she'll nibble at whatever skin she can reach, craving the slight hitch in his breath.
Once Rayne is finished telling her his story, Edisth smiles and hums a happy sigh. "That's adorable. And sweet. And totally justified, I mean... Slinkies are the best."
Edisth sits up a little, leaning up on an elbow to look at Rayne for a moment. "My brother once saved up every single penny of his allowance and work money for an entire so that he could take me to Knott's Berry Farm, this amusement park that originated as a berry farm." She says, smiling at the memory. "He drove me out to the one in California, and we spent the whole day there. I was eight. He bought me funnel cakes and cotton candy, and went on every ride with me. At one point, after being there for a few hours, we lost each other in the crowd. I looked around for at least an hour, trying to find him, and just when I was about ready to cry, I ran into someone who caught me, and when I looked up, it was him, with his freckles and his eyes, and he looked so concerned, so worried. He lifted my chin up, checking to see if I had any scrapes or anything, and then he wiped my tears away with his shirt and knelt down to hug me."
She chuckles, remembering the almost comical look of worry on her brother's face, and how he'd bought her a giant ice cream afterwards. "I remember him saying, 'You scared me so bad, Ed, I was so worried. I'm so glad I found you, Ed baby, I'm so glad I found you.'" Edisth looks down at Rayne, into those stormy grey eyes, her hair falling around them in wavy strands. "That is my favourite memory." She says softly, smiling and then pressing a kiss to his soft lips. "And since I know I'm not getting any more sleep tonight, do you have any Earl Grey or Irish Breakfast tea? Or really anything black, really." |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 28, 2013 20:47:44 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I'm pretty sure that can be arranged," he chuckled lightly at Edisth's request for tea. He recalled that there were various drink mixtures and shit hidden deep within his cupboards, so it wouldn't be a problem to find tea for her to drink. "Come on, then," he said and stood, arms gently unwinding from around the redhead.
- - - - - - - - - - MORNING - - - - - - - - - -
It was in the wee hours of the morning, when the sun had barely just climbed over the horizon of the buildings and city lights of Manuka when the fallen angel pulled himself out of bed, carefully untangling himself from the girl that had spent the night with him in his bed. The ghost of a smile traced his lips, and he planted a soft kiss to her forehead before leaving the room, the door shutting quietly behind him. No need to wake her. She needed her sleep. He didn't need any at all.
He stepped out into the hallway, the darkness enshrouding him comfortably, like it always did. His steps were muffled by the lush carpet between his toes as he approached the small closet at the end of the hall. The knob didn't turn, which was good. That meant it was locked, as it should be. Rayne's hand felt along the sides of the door, fingers palmed out across the white wallpaper. Then he felt it give away a little, a small slit right in the crook of the door frame where it met the wall. He pushed it in with the tip of his finger, revealing a small hole that contained a shining bronze key. He pulled it out and pushed it into the keyhole of the closet door. It clicked, and the door swung open with ease. Quickly, he returned the key to its resting place, resetting it so that the secret hole was no longer visible.
Inside, the closet was pitch black with shadows. He leaned froward, reached in and grasped the corner of a tattered cardboard box. It was removed and the door closed, automatically locking once more. Hefting the box, he traveled to the living room on tiptoes, unfavorable of waking Edisth so early in the morning, especially after the night they had. Plus, he liked the solitude. It gave the man some time to think.
The couch made a soft squishing noise as he took a seat, the fuzzyness gentle on his skin. He'd managed to find a pair of his jeans laying on the floor in his bedroom, which helped greatly against the odd chill in his apartment. Though he knew well it was from the fact that Edisth was not by his side to warm him. The box was placed upon the cushion beside him, and he crossed his legs, a strange anticipation and excitement traveling through his body like a buzz. Rayne knew what was in the box, just beneath the old flaps of cardboard. Memories. The good and bad. Why he had decided to bring this out, after not even peering in once since he had retrieved the objects of value, was a mystery, even to himself. The urge to observe them, to think was just.. there.
With a hesitant and shaking hand, he reached in, fingers brushing against something smooth with rough patches. It made a clacking noise as he pulled it out, and a fond smile crossed his handsome features. It was that slinky he'd gotten, so many years ago. The fallen angel held it in his hand, eyes adjusting to the darkness slowly as he struggled to see the details better. He remembered how he had retrieved the precious present; it was easier than expected. After becoming fallen, it was only a matter of tracking down his current family, the blood and descent of his brother, John. Little research later, and it was discovered that his granddaughter had a box of items from the family, stuff Rayne had left behind when he died. His slinky was there. And it was only logical that he took it in the midst of night, long before he was admitted into that first asylum.
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 28, 2013 21:57:39 GMT
Edisth slowly wakes from a dream of fond grey eyes and the curl of a flirtatious smile, her eyes blinking sleepily open to empty space. Her eyebrows draw together, and she slides her palm over the dip Rayne had left in the bed. Still warm, which means he must have just gotten up. She smiles softly, her sensitive ears picking up on a tiny shuffling noise further into the apartment, in the living room. She sits up slowly, wrapping the sheets around her naked form, and then stands on sleep-unsteady feet. The girl yawns daintily, her toes curling in the carpet as she stretches.
Edisth takes the sheet off, walking over to the other side of the bed where her clothing had been carelessly discarded, rumpled on the floor. She doesn't bother with her bra, nor does she slip into her skinny jeans: All she throws on is the striped sweater from last night and the pair of plain black panties she'd worn. She straightens up, hearing a slight noise out in the living room, presumably where Rayne is, and pads barefoot to the bedroom door. She opens it, stepping out into the hall and walking into the living room, where she sees the fallen angel sitting before a box.
"Hey." Edisth says quietly, not moving to see what is inside, as her vantage point shields it from view, obscured by the long line of Rayne's back. Her eyes momentarily flit over the bandages, and she fiddles with the cuffs of her sweater, her feminine hands covered by the fabric. She swallows, then moves over to the kitchen, reaching into the cupboard to take out a new mug and setting it on the counter, before reaching into another one behind her that held the tea. She deliberates for just a second whether she wants Earl Grey or Irish Breakfast, and then chooses Irish Breakfast. The redhead drops a tea bag into her mug, filling it with water and then turning to the microwave to pop it in to heat for nearly two minutes.
When the microwave beeps, Edisth turns and opens the door, carefully taking the steaming mug out to steep for a few seconds before squeezing the extra water out of the tea bag and throwing it into the trash. As she adds sugar and cream, it hits her how domestic she's being, just relaxed and making herself a cup of tea in the morning after a long night. She smirks at the thought, bringing the cup to her lips and blowing on the tea to cool it down a bit before she takes a sip. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 29, 2013 13:41:58 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] pain without love pain i can't get enough
pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Having been immersed in his thoughts, the sudden sound of soft footsteps and Edisth's voice nearly scared the shit out of him. He glanced over his shoulder to watch the redhead, clad only in her black-and-maroon striped sweater and a pair of panties, disappear into the kitchen. It was already obvious to him why she was in there; tea. After their night together, he had learned plenty about her, and even more so about her history, about her beloved brother that was there when her parents weren't, the brutal hunter he now hated with a burning passion that had tortured her, the self-inflicted burns to escape those memories. It was amazing how she had so eagerly opened herself up to Rayne, even when he couldn't bring himself to share much about his past. She never asked either, as if she sensed the subject was quite touchy for him. Or maybe it was his little outburst yesterday, when she learned just how unstable he really was.
The slinky slid from his fingers back through the cardboard flaps, making another noise as it gently collided with the other objects inside. He grasped the sides and put the box down on the floor beside the couch, getting to his feet. Then the microwave beeped - damn, was that noise annoying - and he knew what the girl was up to. She'd be standing there, holding a mug of tea - Early Grey or Irish Breakfast - and sipping at it carefully because it would be too hot to drink properly yet. And the angel was right, leaning against the wall after stepping into the kitchen, the tile floor smooth and cold against the bottoms of his bare feet.
Edisth didn't look out of place in his kitchen, or his entire apartment, really. It was odd, but pleasant as well. Was this what it was like for normal people? Did they wake up next to the same person every morning? He didn't know what that felt like. Either it was someone new or he woke up alone. His grey gaze flitted to the pretty girl sipping her tea. Was she just another girl? Half of him wanted that to be true, so that he could return to his regular life and forget that someone knew more about him than everyone else. Normal was predictable. Normal wasn't nerve-wracking or frightening. But the other half wished that this would change something about his life. How, he didn't know. Maybe he was finally sick of the same thing everyday. Or maybe he wasn't. He didn't know what he wanted anymore.
"You really love tea, don't you?" he mused aloud, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. Rayne rested his chin on Edisth's shoulder, nose brushing against the side of her neck lightly. It felt strange to openly display this newfound affection, or show any at all, actually. Although, everything about yesterday and today was strange, after all. "Good morning," he breathed softly, tilting his head so that he could look at the redhead.
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jul 2, 2013 5:36:55 GMT
Edisth presses back against Rayne, letting a low, purring growl rumble in her chest. "I do love tea." Edisth murmurs, blowing again and carefully taking another sip. "Though I am supposing you don't." She says quietly, thinking it odd and somewhat amusing for him to have so many different kinds of tea and not express any interest in them. The shapeshifter sets her mug on the counter, favoring turning around and pressing a kiss to Rayne's lips. "Or is it not chocolate-y enough for you?" She says, giggling quietly as she remembers the ridiculous amounts of chocolate Rayne had so comfortably consumed the night before.
Edisth nuzzles against Rayne's cheek, murmuring a soft, "Good morning to you, too." She lets her blue eyes flit up to meet his grey ones for a bare second before looking away, feeling oddly vulnerable. She disengages from him, leaning back against the counter and looking at the floor as she blindly reaches for her mug. She nudges it accidentally, her mind preoccupied, and she doesn't realise it's about to fall until the last second. Her eyes snap to it, and her hand reaches out, catching the handle and pulling it back onto the counter. Some tea sloshes out onto the floor, and she bites her lip, the image countering with another time, another place where she had seen tea spilled before.
Edisth shakes her head, the image flickering in and out with what is in front of her: The tea, spilled on Rayne's floor here, and then tea, puddling on a bare kitchen floor, the kitchen the only room left untouched by fire. Bile rises in her throat as she remembers the fire, the screams from inside of her parents, who she should have saved, could have saved, but had let shock take over her, clouding her mind as her eyes stretched open, unseeing as her world quite literally went up in flames. The night she had lost her mother, her father, and likely her brother.
Edisth swallows, the images so simple, so different, so horrible paired with each other, showing her another thing she could ruin, another thing that could be sullied by her touch. "I'm sorry." She whispers, voice cold and barren, and then she's trembling, raising her shaking fingers to run them through her hair, her eyes unseeing as the images play again and again in her mind.
"I'm so sorry." Edisth whispers, shaking her head hard, then stepping around the splash to go to Rayne's bedroom, her bare feet pale against the carpet in the living room. She almost runs to the bedroom, then closes the door when she gets there, grabbing her skinny jeans and shoving her legs into them, pulling her socks on and muttering to herself, "Stupid, you can't do this, you can't, you'll ruin it, ruin everything, you always do." She puts her red Converse high-tops on hurriedly, tying them quickly and grabbing her leather bag from the side of the bed.
Edisth looks at the bed, not realising that her eyes are filling with tears, feeling wistful and wishing things could be different, she could be different. |
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slightly. "Okay." She murmurs quietly, her lips brushing against his neck as she speaks in the low register. She kisses his neck a few more times, breathing deeply and just enjoying how he smells, the fragrance of his skin even better now that it's mixed with her own scent. 