Deimos Later, later, later, when they’d had their revelry and reverie with others, he approached, gave chase, a wolf, a vulture, a demon. The selfish, greedy, voracious contortion to him would’ve preferred her entire company, her and her alone, but he knew better than that, didn’t give it a voice, naught more than a passing, flickering notion: for she was Amalia, kind and beneficent to all, and it wasn’t her fault he lacked the abilities. Deimos’ advance was quiet, unhurried, a leisurely, predatory stalk that failed to give away the sense of urgency in his bones, the hushed reverberations of his intentions, the gift laden in his basket now, beneath the captured, glinting stones from the Stonesong. His patience and invocations had crafted the present, deep in the bellows, annals, and archives of Fae dictation and tomes, furtive and secret, while she was enamored with another object he’d bestowed. He likely wouldn’t ever stop with the offerings: time and time again, striving to show his gratitude, his affection, his endearments and devotion – which was a bit silly too, because his actions should’ve done so, should’ve transcribed what words and phrases could not. But it was unnerving, over and over, to feel the push and pull so vividly, to not ever truly understand why she even deigned to give him the time of day. Jyoti would likely give him away before he could deign a further advance, but he strived anyway, coming up from behind her frame and looming, a shadow, a monolith, a Colossus towering and eclipsing, hoping the length of his darkness didn’t extinguish her lighted torch (a constant fear; an avid reminder of who he was and who she had become). Then he leaned down, closer and closer until his mouth was nearly at her ear, a whisper, a conviction, a tease, a ruse, breath fanning along her neck, inciting and kindling out of pure upheaval, mischief, and impishness. “I have something for you,” he murmured, before backing away, attempting to be out of reach. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime |
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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
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06-06-2019, 12:17 AM
the Archangel
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Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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06-10-2019, 10:32 PM
AMALIA you're staring at the sky As it happens, Jyoti's reemergence into Amalia's awareness works well in the large man's favor. The starcalf is a comet of energy and abundance, crashing upon the baker's mind with all the weight of a glittering tide. Breaching before her surprised girl, she imparts visions and feelings of adventure, tries to convey the joy of dancing, the teasing and playing she has done. Jyoti is happy, exuberant, reckless and free; it is all Amalia can do to laugh, her dark eyes glittering with the whale's reflection as she tries to make sense of the myriad of scenes. "Slow down!" she cries, reaching to pluck the child from the air, her fingers teasing gently upon her spine. "You've been getting into trouble, hmm? And where is-"watching stars collide She need not have asked, should have known what it would invite. Deimos' voice in her ear sends a shiver down the girl's spine, surprise making her jump and spin, a wild creature caught in a trap. Clutching her own basket to her chest, Amalia stares wide-eyed a moment before breaking into a vibrant grin, happiness radiant on her face. She cannot help it: she is always awed, left in wonder by his attention, the idea that in a sea of heartbeats he would focus in on hers. "Deimos." A reverent hum, melodious and teasing, her voice chasing as her body does not. Oh, she yearns to reach for him, to grab and steal the thing he offers, the idea of a present utterly astounding, proof that he thinks of her when she is not there, that she owns a portion of his mind. Dancing delicately on bare feet, Amalia laughs at his attempts at coyness, a mischievous echo on her own face. "I have something for you, too." The basket waves between them a moment before vanishing behind her back, both hands locked upon the handle, wicked teasing on her lips. Stepping sideways she inches toward him, legs crossing beneath the long white dress. "Whatever shall we do?" the Resurrected Sword
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06-10-2019, 11:50 PM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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06-11-2019, 12:54 AM
AMALIA you're staring at the sky He sidesteps her advance and she continues to circle, long limbs matching is attempt at retreat. It is a sunlit smile which meets his teasing, cherubic innocence a thin-stretched mask which scarcely conceals the mischief below. She tilts her head in silent response, tsk'ing with a shake of golden locks. Again she steps, and then another, revolving around him like a moon, drawn closer and closer to his orbit as she tries to spy and contour and dance. Her eyes never leave her as she spins, twirling beneath his azure gaze, the basket shifting in her hands and she gracefully circles the man. Jyoti swims behind her, a wake of starlight to her dance as she tries to sneak a peak at his present whilst still concealing her own.watching stars collide She has to stop her attempts at spying in order to defend her own prize, snatching the basket from his view as he tries to use the advantage of his height. "Hey!" she laughs her indignation- as though she were not employing the same ruses, not trying just as hard as he to win the latest of their games. Curious and hungry, she yearns to see his gift, to know what it is he thinks of her, how he has chosen to reward her affections, what prize he thinks could even begin to the wonder of his heart. "We could," she answers agreeably, stepping toward the man. But there is no fun in making things easy; it is not their way. "Or we could play a game. I'll answer one question about your present. You answer one about mine. Then we'll guess." She raises an eyebrow, a challenge offered, and extends a hand for him to shake. "Deal?" the Resurrected Sword
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the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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06-11-2019, 11:32 PM
AMALIA you're staring at the sky He matches her circle step by step, steadily shortening the space between them, a strange dance they alone know how to perform. His dramatic sigh is met with a beatific smile, innocent and cherubic, dark eyes fluttering behind long gold lashes. She reaches a hand up as though to catch it, encapsulate his weariness and tuck it far away, fingers drifting with pointed lightness over the curve of his bearded cheek. A tilt of her head, a hint of a smirk; she lets her touch drift down his neck, tracing lazy rivulets down the ripples of his chest, down and down and down his arm until she slips into his hand, the fingers knitting easily together as they agree upon their play.watching stars collide She will never get used to the feeling of her hand in another, perfectly encapsulated by the breadth of his palm, enraptured and entrapped by calloused skin. As Deimos ponders his first question she raises it to her lips, the action almost idle, unplanned, as natural as taking in a breath. Hot breath ghosts across his knuckles, one after another as she watches him think, mischief glittering behind black eyes, her own questions brewing behind her gaze. He lowers his head as she reaches his thumb, and she hums a soft alto note across his fingers as though not quite sure the answer to his inquiry. "Anything can," she answers unhelpfully, smirking up over the hand on her mouth. "But no, I don't suppose you would want to, as it is." Relaxing her hold, she takes a step backward, not to pull away from him so much as to think. Tawny head tilting thoughtfully, she makes a show of working hard, her brows knit into careful consideration as she tries to settle on a line of inquiry. "Is it useful, or decorative?" she asks at last, realizing belatedly that she is utterly lost, not sure how to narrow down from no idea to a tangible concept of what this might be. the Resurrected Sword
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06-12-2019, 12:11 AM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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06-14-2019, 12:47 AM
AMALIA you're staring at the sky She tilts her head to the other side, playing at thoughtfulness, stretching out her answer into a hummed reply. "Metal?" Amalia repeats, the syllables blown across his knuckles, as though she has forgotten the nature of her gift. Lacing her fingers into his, she drops their hands and smiles like sunshine, innocent and innocuous, cherubic and sweet, as though there is not mischief glittering behind her onyx eyes. "No, not metal," the girl replies, giving a shake of her tawny head, gold hair dancing upon her neck. Then she laughs, stepping forward, pressing her body briefly against his, standing on tiptoes, her mouth upon his cheek, a whisper in his ear. "Do you surrender?" It might have been something scandalous, for all her subterfuge, her darkened tone and hooded eyes, her brush of lips and teeth. It might still be: a challenge, a dare, a question of dominance and its price, of victories vied for again and again. Do I win? Will you fight? Shall I make you my prize?watching stars collide She slips away on dancing feet, widening the space as easily as she closed it, a vibrant laugh ringing from her throat. She is happy, and wild, a hot summer breeze, enraptured and rapturous, unstoppable with glee. The promise of something useful has her puzzled once more, curiosity rampant and hot in her veins. Lower lip slipping thoughtfully behind her teeth, Amalia twists with consideration, the basket and its bounty still clutched behind her back. "Quite useful," the baker coyly repeats, an eyebrow raised with implication, that first word honey on her tongue. Many things could be useful to her, to them, and in light of recent misadventures she feels a shiver of possibility at the thought of any potential gift. Not that she thinks he has crafted something scandalous- but oh, she has found it is fun to tease. "Is it a loaf mold? And if not- will I use for baking, or, ah, something else?" the Resurrected Sword
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06-16-2019, 06:47 PM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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06-17-2019, 03:46 AM
AMALIA you're staring at the sky She presses forward into his lips, stealing the kiss he scarcely offers, a brush of whiskers on soft skin making her wrinkle her nose in amusement. Smiling against him she slips away, delighting in his bold pursuit, the refusal to let her drift away. Expecting nothing less she is nonetheless surprised, ever amazed by his attentions, never anticipating him to care. "Careful," she murmurs, her quiet voice dancing, reflecting the crackling blaze in her eyes. "People might start to think you like me, and where will your surly reputation be then?"watching stars collide There is a flush of disappointment at his guess, a pursing of lips as the man is successful, the game coming too soon to an end. Tilting her head to the side she scowls, playfully distressed, her mouth fidgeting in thought. At last she deigns to acquiesce: "Some sort." Then she smiles, too pleased with the festivities to argue, too excited by the promise of secrets revealed. Now that he has finished much of the guesswork she wants him to see the rest himself, to watch his face and read the emotions as he takes the gift into his hands. And when she learns that she is wrong it seals her impatience, itches at her soul. "I give up," she admits, defeated, grinning brightly despite her words. "Come claim your prize" As he drifts nearer to her orbit she brings the basket forward, extending it out while stepping away, an offering given with tentative hope. She has labored and agonized over the thing, thought and rethought, wavered and yearned; even now she considers retreating, retracting, her cheeks flushed pink with worry and pride. But she does not retreat, cannot retreat, would never retreat from him. She extends her offering, a bit of her heart, delicately crafted by more skilled hands than she. Should he unwrap the package Deimos will find a length of blue stone which glitters with gold, veins of sunlight in a river of sapphire. It is lapis lazuli, carefully fabricated to the shape of a whale, long and slender and glittering and fine. Jyoti coos as she looks at it, pleased by her representation in the gift, delighted and vain to the very end. Amalia's eyes remain on his face, anxious and eager, sparkling with love, his and his and his alone. "What do you think?" the Resurrected Sword
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06-17-2019, 11:01 PM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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06-18-2019, 12:49 AM
AMALIA you're staring at the sky She watches him intently, dark eyes trained upon his face, bright and uncertain and hopeful and aware. Any reaction, any sign- she expects disappointment at its lack of utility, a drop of his brow and a blink of confusion belying his lack of appreciation. It is a silly thing, she has decided, useless and pointless, only there to be pretty. And what need has the world for beauty, when it is a world like theirs where survival is paramount and need absolute?watching stars collide She wavers and rethinks and flounders and fumbles, but Deimos does not let her fall. The man does not say anything eloquent, but this is unsurprising. He has never been one for sonnets or songs. But Amalia knows him: the wrinkle of his eyes, the arch of his brow, the way delight plays sweetly symphonic across his chiseled features, a tale of appreciation written in his smile. "I found the stone," she tells him shyly. "That day, by the river." She does not need to say which day- her quiet blush and intonation says more than any words, makes it apparent the time she speaks of, shared confessions in the sun. "I had the mason shape it like Jyoti... so it's from both of us." The starcalf backs this statement up with a cheerful coo and an aggressive onslaught, circling tightly around the man before settling in his hair. Then it is her turn, and Amalia unwraps the package eagerly, not pretending to have control, to not be the impatient fire she is. A gasp is all she can offer, at first, quiet amazement and awed entrancement as the notebook comes into her focus. It is gorgeous, flawless, exquisite and amazing; she does not think she has gotten a gift so pointed, so perfect, in all her life. Speechless with wonder and delight and love, her face says more than her lips ever could as she turns it up to face the man, falling once more into blue. "I love it," she intones into the space between them, all the unsaid things clear within her voice. "Thank you, Deimos." the Resurrected Sword
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06-18-2019, 05:53 PM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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06-22-2019, 04:11 PM
AMALIA you're staring at the sky Amalia continues to look over the book, utterly entranced by the beautiful design, the craftsmanship wrought with magic and love. Long fingers trace the pictures, the thread, turn the pages and look within- and all the while she drifts nearer to him, until her back is against his chest, her weight divested against his support while her attention remains on the marvelous gift. For a few moments they remain like this, quiet and content, the girl enraptured, her heart full with ardor. She thinks it might be nice to stay in this time, crystallized beneath the aubergine sky, three souls neatly intertwined, safe from the turmoils of a bitter world. watching stars collide Eventually she pulls away, taking his hand back in hers, the gift tucked safely within her basket, stashed among the rest of the bread. Rising onto pointed toes, Amalia brings her lips to his face, a gentle kiss placed upon his cheek before her attention returns to the rest of the world. "Shall we go join the others?" she asks him softly, dark eyes warm as they take in his expression, fingers lacing against his palm as she turns, looking through the blankets for a familiar face. | ||||||
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