Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 12:34:43 AM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 12:38:57 AM)
(( All caught up now ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 12:39:12 AM)
(( awesome almost done with my post))
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 12:40:56 AM)
*She was not poet, nor a muse. Often times she stated her thoughts in what were clear points or questions to satisfy her need for an understanding. She often wondered if it was boredom that plagued her, gave her a slight itching to seek company, rather company other than her dolls. They did not speak or offer that same sort of companionship. She thought of rebutting his argument, but it was a good argument, and for the most part completely true. He must have read her thoughts, he was in her head now. How could be not be, and still understand what she had no intentions of saying out loud or conveying in any meaningful emotional terms. *
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 12:41:05 AM)
*It was a dangerous place for him to be. Once inside the doll like creature could no longer hide her true nature from him. Would be disgusted at what he found? An innocent harmless boy she sometimes thought of him ass. He surely could not fathom the monster that lay behind her pretty exterior. Would he run in terror at the things she had done and planned to do? The torture, the careless ending of young lives, impressments, all things she had done. But she could not have her dark haired friend with the silken voice leave now. He knew too much, too much about her that it was. *
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 12:41:15 AM)
*She thought of how to change the tides and secure the parameter. The only way that came to mind was that she must also be in his mind as well, know his thoughts and feelings as knew hers , or at least that was how she rationalized her actions. When he took her wrist she from her lap, her fingers sought out his wrist. He was warm to the touch like Gilbert. But unlike that fangless bastard she didn’t think Ben was a sign that Gahenna was coming. Still tension was in her mind and in her touch, leaning forward like she would take it, then stopping yet another false start.* “What do you think of? Do you hate me? Do you hate anything? I can’t really say I hate anything. Sometimes I feel a great dislike for things…but hate not really.”
Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 12:52:07 AM)
*Just inches from Elyse's wrist, Ben paused. There was no impatient sigh, nor a rolling of the eyes at the interruption. A purely solumn exterior, placid and without judgment as he hovered. Without too much of a silent prequel, Benjamin smiled and replied:* “If I hated you, would I be so ready to share such a bond with you? Or spend so many nights conversing about . . . well, anything and everything?” *With eyes half-closed in thought, he continued:* “Hate is a thing of interpretation and self-definition. I hate the Society of Leopold for the one-sided thinking, and the destruction they breed because of it. I do not hate werewolves, however, despite their dangers to us. It’s all what you believe.”
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 1:03:08 AM)
*She considered his definition of hate, sure it was subjective. She did not hate not because she was kind person. She did not hate because she didn’t have the emotional capacity to do so. Otherwise there were many things that she might hate. The idea that she even cared if he hated her was a bit of a strange notion. More often than not it had been her Sire who she fretted over. But she seemed to have absolutely no fear of him lately, her thoughts even rarely turned to any repercussions. At Times Elyse was one to ponder things, why they were the way they were, and why she could not understand or get simple concepts others did when dealing with feelings. *
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 1:03:18 AM)
*Other times she was strikingly blunt. That side of her must have taken over or else her question had been answered well enough to satisfy any sort of curiosity. Without so much as a simple warning, a hint or a smile she brought his wrist up to her pretty painted lips. At first he might have felt a light scratching sensation as her fangs drug across his flesh just a few moments before piercing the skin. It was strange for her to not torment, tease and torture the hell out of whatever she was feed from. Normally her prey was in tears or scream by the time she was ready to take hold.*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 1:13:53 AM)
*Ben almost withdrew his wrist at the dragging motion, though he left it in place as razor-sharp fangs pierced. Fairness. That was what he wanted from her was fairness. It was a simple request to make, though difficult at times to fulfill. Out of honesty and trust, Ben took his bite soon after. A wave of red heat nearly knocked the loon to the ground. The euphoria was unlike anything he had yet experienced. The first draught two nights ago paled in comparison to the raw passion Ben felt washing over him. Such life! So much potential, so much future contained in such a small place. He did not know how long each had fed, but turning away the moment seemed so foolish. In a moment of hardened willpower, Ben withdrew his fangs, shuddering from the aftershock. Knots*
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 1:26:17 AM)
*The cold hard truth of the matter was that she didn’t know any better. Never once had she not shattered her walls of the emotional block-aid when being bonded. Her sire had taught her that it would not work any other way, and he simply demanded it. After 18 years it had become somewhat of a automatic action. His fangs had no more pierced her kin than he felt, that change about her. This was why she was hesitant. Having the flood gates open was not something she looked forward too. But it was necessary. *
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 1:26:50 AM)
*She had no idea how long the exchange lasted, she could hardly focus on anything else other then how blinding these emotions were. She could have swore she felt a single beat of her heart. But that must have just been a moment of insanity. When she stopped feeding from her she was barley able to do the same, she didn’t want to stop. But she’d rather not drain him dry. Reluctantly her grip loosened, walling back against the opposite side of the couch she brought her wrist to her mouth closing the wound. Was she gasping for breath? Such a human action would she really do something so out of character? * ((course I spent a WP there ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 1:40:02 AM)
*It took a good, long while for things to come back into focus. The world was still spinning, and the couch was the only stable solid around. A weakness in the arm seemed like nothing to the strength Benjamin felt throughout the rest of his body. It was a jungle of insanity that made perfect sense. Forcing his head up, he looked to Elyse, who was obviously as lost in the moment as he was. If that was the case . . .* “So you . . . you set aside your logic again. How does it feel?”
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 1:44:59 AM)
*She wiped the corners of her mouth clean with her index finger. It was impolite to leave any trace like that. Lipstick would also have to be reapplied later, but that was something that could wait. A small smirk started to form on her lips even though it felt strange, odd how these actions just happened when in this altered state. The whole world was so much more to bare though, the smallest thing could have her thoughts racing. *
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 1:45:08 AM)
Of course…it will not work otherwise. How does it feel. Uncomfortable at first. *Her eyes lifted to the ceiling, a petite hand waving about like she was in a bit of a drug induced haze, little fits of laugher rising to the surface, from time to time. He once again heard her voice as it was intended with a soft Southern accent that flavored her words and tone. * Think of going from total darkness, then suddenly into a room with bright lights. You know how your eyes burn and sting before they adjust? It is much like that.*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 1:55:13 AM)
*Ben chuckled lightly at the analogy. What an ironic choice of words . . .* “Isn’t nice, then, to finally get out of the dark and see?” *Not wishing to upset his bondmate, Ben left it at that, a simple, pleasant smile drawing rainbows. There was no point in justifying sanity to the mad. Wiping his mouth clean, the youth repositioned himself to sit close to Elyse, and placed his arm behind her head affectionately. This was definitely the most forward thing he’d done yet, though it appeared very intentional as he grinned away with glee.*
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 2:07:17 AM)
*She didn’t even consider that before she as not seeing. This was simply a vision that clouded things, adding extra layers of complexity that did not really need to be there as far as she was concerned. It hardly mattered as far as Ben was considered now any way. Regardless of her derangement she felt a stronger connection with him. The now life like doll certain that it would only make the lines that connected them across the network even stronger. Her eyes cutting over in his direction, with his arm placed behind her head. It’s not that she minded at all in fact it was more the opposite of it. Letting it lie for a few moments til she made a move to embrace him in a hug, cheek to cheek* “You are the closest friend I have ever had. I want to tell you all my secrets. Because I know you wont tell anyone.*She said with almost a childish laugh like she had the dirt on everyone*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 2:20:39 AM)
*It was as though watching a gushy movie from the ‘40s. But that was how it felt; serene and perfect. Here was a beautiful woman lying in his arms, laughing as though the sun was meaningless.* “And you I. There’s so much to share. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.” *Instinctively, he knew something was off. Wrong, false, invading. It was the obfuscated kindred in the room that everyone was looking for, but no one could see. Rarely did Ben feel as though he’d been manipulated; often times, the Aces were hidden under his corner of the table. But there was only three this time. Only three . . . Pulling back his head to look into the doll’s eyes, Ben asked:* “I’m sorry to have missed court. Several class things I needed to take care of. How was it?”
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 2:29:13 AM)
*If she felt manipulated in anyway it was never said. No by Benny no he would never do that. Marcus? Of course. She knew this, there was just nothing she could really do about it. It did not seem to matter that she was his little puppet child. Leaning back to her corner of the couch she thought for a moment. Nodding her head* It is fine. I don’t think it is an issue and if someone brings it up I will remind them who’s protection you are under and I am sure they will quietly decide to change the subject. Though. I must say you really did miss a good showing. There is this loud mouth Tremere who always seems to have something to say about everything. The Brujah primogen nearly knocked his fangs through his head. *Elyse’s eyes light up when she starts to talk about court and the he said she said. Apparently it was something she really enjoyed, her expression lively and excited.*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 2:45:52 AM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 2:48:12 AM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 2:48:20 AM)
((( Huh ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 2:48:37 AM)
(( wb))
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 2:48:45 AM)
(( need a repost?))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 2:53:22 AM)
(( Ah do, actually ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 2:53:47 AM)
*If she felt manipulated in anyway it was never said. No by Benny no he would never do that. Marcus? Of course. She knew this, there was just nothing she could really do about it. It did not seem to matter that she was his little puppet child. Leaning back to her corner of the couch she thought for a moment. Nodding her head* It is fine. I don’t think it is an issue and if someone brings it up I will remind them who’s protection you are under and I am sure they will quietly decide to change the subject. Though. I must say you really did miss a good showing. There is this loud mouth Tremere who always seems to have something to say about everything. The Brujah primogen nearly knocked his fangs through his head. *Elyse’s eyes light up when she starts to talk about court and the he said she said. Apparently it was something she really enjoyed, her expression lively and excited.*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 3:06:46 AM)
*Ben grinned as she spoke, dazzling at the change to her common expression. Her two halves were something he’d already internally thought about and prepared for. This version of her was to be lived as thoroughly as possible, while the emotionless self was to be accepted without complaint. Was it a sad thought, to endure discomfort for the chance of such a spark? Ben shook the idea out of his head, coinciding with news of Brujah violence.* “I’m sure they did. I suppose there was a show to miss. What a shame. Of course, some folks don’t know how golden silence is until someone gives it to them.” *He chuckled at his own joke lightly.* “Tremere don’t tend to keep well that way. I’m sure the rest of the chantry will swallow him up.”
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 3:14:24 AM)
Oh of course I am supirsed that Anna has not throated him already and laid him on the alter to do whatever the odd things they do. *Another laugh came from her lips. The political game she played with others seemd to the the spice of life and Ben, the only person she would share the deatils of it with. More animated that normal with the way she used her hands when she called her facial expression vibrant and alive.* You are most beautiful when you smile. I like it. *She said with a definate tone in her voice like it was the one thing she was sure of* Now I know what my next doll will be.
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 3:17:19 AM)
(( Ok I think its time for bed. I had fun! See you later! ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 16, 2011 3:17:37 AM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 16, 2011 3:18:30 AM)
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