Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 8:37:58 PM)
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Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 8:43:27 PM)
Ancient enemies be damned as well. We'll worry about the Hounds should their fins break water. What can they possibly do? Stoke lust? I doubt much left in left in Creation can do that much more than you do now, Liaphon. *He chuckled, smiling quietly. Hand grazed the edge of her chin as he grinned, leaning further against the bend of the window.*
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 8:48:43 PM)
*She smiles at that, her eyes never leaving his as her head titls backwards to look up into his face, hands resting upon the tops of his arms as she remains close unable to pull away.* The hounds do not trouble me, there are always those that seek an end to us, until this war is finally done there always shall be. *Her voice gentle, intoxicating, seems to weave through the air around them both creating a music in perfect harmony with the gentle sigh of wind that runs in through the open window.* I was thinking of us Ar'siuqqa, at this moment it seems that nothing else holds any meaning. In truth, we must have been enemies at one point, though I cannot remember that time clearly, it cannot have been any other way.
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 8:55:12 PM)
*He nodded, chuckling gently. The general mood gave much the same slow, gradual form of speech that the Annunaki carried under medication, though he wasn't. It gave a more pure sense of the emotion to it all. To the words, the sentiment.* Seneca the Younger. Lucius Annaeus Seneca. Said "If a man knows not what harbor he seeks, any wind is the right wind." Luckily it was your wind that brought me here. *The Annunaki smiled a bit, shaking his head. Quote regurgitation was something he simply couldn't stem the tides of.* God, it's the small things I keep fixating on. Waking up beside you, still sleeping. That same serene look on your face right now, your perfect lips gently pursed. This is, of course, a dream. As I'll never be up before you. *He laughed with a grin.*
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 9:01:21 PM)
*She laughs softly at that, the blue eyes sparkling, enjoying that sense that all the world had faded away and them alone in the middle of the bayou was all that existed. Watching him her words seem to contain layers of meaning, speaking of many things at once.* Perhaps nothing is impossible no? Too much has happened to make such a sentiment seem real to me.
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Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 9:07:43 PM)
Impossible? I thought this was impossible. To be completely honest with you, even if the most remote chances offered us a night together, wrought little more than a few fleeting moments of passion, I never saw this as an option. Looking up at you, your rain scattering down between the cypress trees and willows, filtering down through the Bayou as we hunted together. The sight of you, something I'd almost forgotten was possible. Only to hear that voice, as if nothing else mattered. I'd be lying if I said the moment was purely lust entrenched in the base of my skull and the roots of Nahuel's instinct. Fascination. Infatuation. But I simply assumed this'd never come. I'm not exactly James Fucking Bond. I... I don't know. When you say "Nothing is Impossible," the Cynic in me would state otherwise. But I'm having a hard time cultivating that opinion any longer. Not with you. Not near you. *He gave another quiet smile, looking her in the eyes. Breathing in her breath.*
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 9:15:39 PM)
*She reaches up a hand to absently brush the hair away from his forehead, her body seeking excuses to touch him while the smile lingers upon her lips.* You make me feel as though I take advantage of you Nahuel. As though I dazzled you with the divine and a face sculptered for me before time began, and it is that face that has robbed you of your senses. I wonder if it is wrong of me to be here, if in some strange way I take advantage of you.. and yet I find myself fascinated and infatuated as strongly as you, drawn like a magnet back here time and again, seeking you out. *Her eyes sparkle at that, the smile growing wider.* Which is entirely wrong mon amie, because you are the one who is supposed to be pursuing me.
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Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 9:25:25 PM)
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Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 9:25:28 PM)
Perplexing, isn't it? *He laughed again and leaned forward to kiss her. One that lasted until neither was sure how long it'd been since it began. As much as he was sober, it was impossible for Nahuel to shed the vague fragrance of whiskey. Finally breaking it, he spoke in a low tone, restrained lust.* Your appearance is merely one factor of many. Don't get me wrong, it's convenient for you to be carved from perfection. As a basis of attracting attention, of piquing interest. *He trailed off into another kiss, and when that broke, Nahuel needed a moment to regain his train of thought.* But it's hardly the sum of the greater whole. Even a deciding factor. You're so... so much more. More than the title, more than the flawless exterior. More than dissenting opinions that keep me interested. More than an incredible friend, supportive and challenging at the same time. You're... just... more. More than I ever thought I needed. And now I find myself wanting more of you, and forgetting the War. Forgetting everything w
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 9:25:37 PM)
we started this endeavor for, the reasons we were cast into the Pit. None of it matters. *He smiled, and licked their shared mosture from her lips.* Harbor.
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 9:33:56 PM)
*Her arms winding around his neck, she goes up on tiptoes to press up against him. Each kiss returned her lips open for his, tongue winding it's way accross his to dance through his mouth as her senses slowly begin to take control of her rational mind and all she can feel is the heat from his skin, the tiny vibration of his heart thudding in his chest pressed up against hers. Her mouth moving accross his jawline as he speaks brushes over his skin and towards the start of his neck. A smile curling against his flesh as he finishes speaking and she bites gently at his skin, the deep blue eyes flicking up to glimpse at his.* Oui, only mon Ar'siuqqa... what was it you said to me when we danced at Ravaged?
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 9:45:57 PM)
*He chuckled, and that gave way to a laugh. Pouring itself into little more than a smile, the Malefactor drew her up against himself, one arm looped beneath the Lammasu's ass, the other at her lower back. Holding her close, Nahuel literally remained there without word, listening. Enjoying. Feeling. In the silence, little more than their breath moved. Trees prattled against eachother, as if whispering secrets to each other about the influx of Rabisu the Annunaki'd held close recently. The Forge's billows moving up above, flame crackling and metal being quenched. And what encompassed all of them, the simple breathing. Slow, gradual inhalations, plagued with quivers of both contentment and apprehension. Wet flesh to wet flesh as they kissed, broke, and kissed again. Cotton rustling against their skin and itself as the pair searched eachother's bodies.*
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 9:57:11 PM)
*Becoming lost in him and to the moment, she was content for the tree's to have their secrets and gossip as they would. The skies above shifting restlessly in responce to the wind picking up through the wilds, uncertain of whether to storm or hold the skies clear for the world below. Her arms winding once more around his neck to keep herself close to him, her lips trailed from his mouth and to his ear, eyes falling closed as she whispers there, voice so soft that even with her lips brushing against the skin it seems for a moment as though he can barely hear her.* What if I could love you Ar'siuqqa?
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 10:03:29 PM)
Romeo and Juliet, we ain't. If not Star-Crossed, at least. Imagine what they'd say. An Ebon Shock Trooper with the subtlety of a Nuke holding the affections of the Otherwordly Banner, perfect in every way. Imagine the stories they'd tell. The bickering and whispers between them. What if you could love me? What if I do love you? Should such leave privacy, and would it harm your role? Should we be more than compatriots outside, saving this for the inside and our perfect little holidays? *He sighed somewhat, a bit of that wide smile leaving his face as he spoke, until it was finally all gone. Eyes were awash with extra moisture, pupils threatening to completely envelop the iris. And again Nahuel brought his lips to hers, though the lower one shook gently once or twice.*
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 10:11:16 PM)
*She returned the kiss gently, though a small frown eteched it's way into her brow and he found her pulling gently but firmly away from his arms. Palms flat upon his chest she pushed backwards and turned away, the ponytail finally falling loose so that the dark hair spilled freely down her back as she took a few steps away and to the window opposite. One hand resting upon the frame she leant forward and peered out of it, looked into the night as though searching for answers. Her pride hurt, her heart aching she shook her head a little, words rushing up her throat to spill out in reproach, swallowed back in favour of three simple words that revealed as much as they hid.* I should go.
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 10:16:19 PM)
No, you shouldn't. Maybe that was too wordy. Maybe there was too much consideration behind it. Maybe I do love you, if I can even recall or understand at this point what such a pure emotion is. Other than Rage, of course. *He trailed off, looking frustrated. Too many words again. Nahuel sighed and looked her in the eyes, kissing Violetta once more before speaking.* I didn't mean... that it would be bad... or that I didn't want to. Or want it, or want you. I do. With everything I am. But... what'd happen, for you? What would they say? Would your position be jeapordized? Would loving me destroy everything you've worked for amongst our own? I can't have that happen, I can't be responsible for tearing apart your standing, it'd kill me. *He looked down, and almost chuckled, shaking his head.* And all that said, I still wouldn't trade any of it. Still wouldn't give up what's come to pass, even if it meant returning to the Pit. I... *He looked out the window towards the skies, and the rolling bayou beneath them. Nah
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 10:16:27 PM)
Nahuel inhaled and his lips worked, but no sound came forth for several seconds as he worked the nerve into something tangible, as if it were metal.* I do love you.
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 10:27:18 PM)
*The beautiful lammasu shifting in a flash, he felt her ire before her lips had even had the chance to open and utter a single word. That aura that washed around her becoming sharper, harder as the skies cracked with thunder overhead as though they could feel their mistresses rage and spoke to her in either sympathy or encouragement. Turning towards him her blue eyes flashed with a magnifficent anger that did nothing but enhance her beauty, giving it strength and animation unlike anything he'd seen before.* Do you think that is why I spoke? To ring or cajole such a confession from you? *Drawing herself up to her full height, still far shorter than him, she nevertheless appeared magnifficent as she spoke to him in a quick stream of french that left his senses dazzled, her words not those found in any class or any books as she curses with the eloquance and fluency of a sailor's wife, and for a moment it almost seems as though she will sweep up the closest heavy object and hurl it at his head.* So you woul
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 10:27:31 PM)
So you would have me and take me in your arms so long as I stayed a hidden secret thing oui? Hidden away, a complication that can be boxed and tailored to your tastes? Mon dieu I do not know what you deserve, or who you think -I- am!
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 10:33:27 PM)
What fucking standing matters to me?! Who the fuck gives a damn about Ar'siuqqa, the one who damn near got himself killed in the first time of Court, stepping out of line and pushing The Tyrant?! Status. Does. Not. Matter. To. Me. I couldn't give two shits about where I stand with the other Fallen. *He paused and moved away, putting a fist through the wall.* HOWEVER. YOU, do not follow that sentiment. At least to my best understanding, Liaphon. You're a Lord among our kind, strong and a testament to what we can become. The Crimson follows you without question, and being intertwined with a motherfucking Usurper Ebon like myself, I cannot grasp what it'd do to your standing. WHEN I SPEAK OF SILENCE, I DO SO CONSIDERING YOU. Why the fuck would I EVER want to hide you?! *He put another fist through the wall, the breeze entering through the widened gap he'd created in his rage.* You think I admit my love -BECAUSE- you asked for it?! FUCK YOU! I LOVE YOU! I have nothing but your well being at the forefront! FUCK! *
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 10:33:39 PM)
*Through his tirade, Ar'siuqqa had taken over at some point, the torment driving the frame of the Argentinian into an otherworldly creature that bowed the ground upon which he stood. Horns encircled Violetta's frame as he turned back to her, the palpable heat pouring from his maw.* I. LOVE. YOU.
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 10:35:17 PM)
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Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 10:41:08 PM)
*Hoards of mortals would fall down on their knees before him, weaker elohim would flee or prepare to defend themselves against such a visage while trying to stop the quaking within them. Liaphon remained as she was within Violet, knowing her presence was too large to allow him to think freely and refusing to allow the essence of her skills to cloud his mind. The elegant girl facing the visage of violence and death, encircled by his horns, her chin raised in a gesture of proud defiance. Eyes continuing to flash in responce to his bellows as her voice cut through the room, the rumbling and growing storm above them unable to hide even a fraction of it's power.* If that were true you would claim me Ar'siuqqa of the Ebon, you would NOT play these games!
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 10:48:15 PM)
GAMES?! What fucking GAMES?! *He fumed, the breath of the Annunaki poured forth and caused her to sweat, the frame of Liaphon yet between the wideset and long, curling horns Ar'siuqqa's tormented shape held. Both fists raised up, and he destroyed the ground beneath himself with a pound of iron fists. The coals 'neath those metal brows ignited, flame pouring forth a clear 18 inches above his brow, encircling the Fallen's head in a sort of mock halo.* What game is this, where I explain EXACTLY what lies within my heart, mind, and fucking soul?! What game involves keeping THE ONE YOU LOVE'S well being and standing in place?! I LOVE YOU. But I CANNOT have that love bring about the fall of The Banner. THIS IS WHY I approach with trepidation. THIS IS WHY I voice simple LOGIC on the matter. I. WILL. NOT. HAVE. YOU. FALL. *The mere breath of the Demon seemed to be as if from the furnace itself, though through the strength of will alone, he began to regain control, steam already pouring from the edges of where coals g
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 10:48:24 PM)
gave way to brown eyes, the tears thereon already evaporating due to the heat.*
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 11:00:09 PM)
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Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 11:00:14 PM)
*The sky opened up in time with the words that shot forth from his mouth, her tears of frustration and anger fall from the clouds above in a drenching rain that pounded upon the earth below. Shattering bolts of lightining flash in the background as she felt the heat within him buring her, felt the moisture upon her brow as he seemed to suck all the water out from within her and to the surface of her skin. The floor shattering on either side of her, she took a step towards him, towards that terrifying image of heat and war, torment and rage that he had become. Eyes locked upon his she watches him unflinching, whatever fear may lay within her hidden too deep for him to see.* Then will you tell me to go to another? Will you point me towards one of whom the world will approve? Shall I throw myself upon them? Accept their offer and become their consort? Shall I give them myself, pledge my heart to their cause. Is that what you wish to see done here Ar'siuqqa? For if you do not have the strength within yo
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 11:00:57 PM)
For if you do not have the strength within you to deny the world with all of it's thoughts and opinions, then you are not for me. But do not say it was I who did NOT have the courage to see where this path before us could have led us!
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 11:06:52 PM)
If I do not have the -strength?- If it didn't matter to you, if it -doesn't- matter to you, all the better. *He sighed, turning away. Shoulders rolled as Nahuel took a few steps towards the wall and leaned against it, slumping downward.* I simply thought... I thought that being with me would harm your standing. And I didn't want to be responsible for such a fall. To be the one who took the Banner from the Crimson. To cost you -so much.- *Rising up again, he came back to her and gripped Violetta by the cheeks, pulling her in to meet his eyes.* I love you, Liaphon. I love you, Violetta. I love you. I never want you out of my life, be it this one or the next. *His jaw clenched, the pure expenditure of willpower keeping the Malefactor's temper in check.* If I'm wrong, so be it. If you couldn't give two shits about you and I being public, fantastic. But I will not take blame for worrying about you. I will not see such as a detriment. Fuck, it COMES with Love.
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 11:13:17 PM)
*Leaning forward quickly she kisses him, all her passions and angers rising to the surface to release in that one single moment. The touch of his skin searing her own she pushes up against him in the heat, the rain falling through the open window turning almost instantly to vapour and surrounding them both with a thick air of trapped moisture, a mist of their own creation that endows the scene with a dreamlike quality of the surreal. Arms curling around his neck she raises up as high as she can pressing against him, the fabric of her beautiful dress blackening and staining, tendrils of hair clinging to her face in the sweat soaked heat of the room as she murmurs against his lips.* Then love me and let the world burn if it must, I need you.
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 11:21:42 PM)
His expression contorted slowly, for the positive. Tears formed and slid down his unshaven cheeks, at each outside edge of them. Nahuel plucked her up in his arms, and moved to the wall once more, his arms around her lower back and waist, hers around his neck. He slumped down the wall, curling his legs into a lotus seated position, her legs wrapped around himself. There were no words, and at this point no more anger. The world could have damn well ended outside, fallen apart to the Wrath of the Creator. None of it would had mattered. Not anymore. Light laughs of disbelief occasionally bled through his nose, while tears continued flowing freely from the Malefactor's eyes. His head tilted left, hers the same, they exchanged sides and dominance in the kiss, back and forth. Tongues rolling and intermingling with eachother, saliva the same. When he finally broke the lip to lip kiss, Nahuel moved from lip directly to cheek, up her temple, to eyes. Her throat, all of Violetta being covered in a thin veneer of him in
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 11:21:54 PM)
mere seconds. Pure desire moved him. Pure love.
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 11:28:36 PM)
*Fingers curling through his hair, her head fell backwards as she brought his mouth to her neck, the long smooth line of skin exposed to his touch as the rain from outside thrashed through the window and over them, yearning towards her with the need of a lovers caress. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, with no sign of release, the ruined remnants of her dress clung to her and he could hear the sound of small swallowed sobs come muted from her lips as that promised flame ignited within her could suddenly not be quenched by anything but him. The shattered remanants of the the room forgotten, faint calls of alarm of his mortals outside who could not explain the storm, the shouting, the breaking floors ignored it was as though the world existed purely to satisfy their whims, to reflect the desires of their creators.*
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 11:34:54 PM)
Tears eventually began to be dammed, and pushed backwards into oblivion. Joy and love colored his movements for awhile, kissing, licking, necking. Until she leaned backwards in his arms, and something primal seemed to wake up in the Annunaki. Nahuel trailed down from her throat, across collar bone and towards breast, his hands cradling her shape as she went almost parallel with ground. Teeth tore away clothing, and where they weren't enough, hands did the same. Completely ignoring his own garb, the pair of entities once more seemed to become one, Ar'siuqqa embracing her as much as he did the sexual need that'd been pushed back with medication for so long. And as chaos erupted outside, Luis, outside of their sphere of awareness, entered then quickly departed, taking Michael with him down the stairs to clean up in a sort of big brother fashion.
Violetta duBois (May 17, 2011 11:41:40 PM)
*Her back arching, skin pressed against his lips, her own hands pushing the remnants of of material from her own body and to the ground below until she lay naked before him. He felt the shift in the air, the light around him glowing as she changed; everything about her softening; the curves of her body transformed into perfection,and she became the template of which all feminine beauty was judged against and found wanting. Wings spread out accross the floor beneath her as a soft feathered blanket of the purest white, hair spilling it's silken perfection against her shoulder and accross the floor like a river of blood drawing him ever closer. She moaned softly in anticipation and the sound of her choral voice filled with longing wove it's erotic way through the air, bouncing off the walls and running up inside of him.*
Nahuel Ramos (May 17, 2011 11:49:20 PM)
He leaned backward, tongue searching his lips for the tastes of her skin. Knees were drawn up close, just above her hips, as they pressed to each other. The extension of the wings, her nude body for the first time. And, he merely stared for several seconds, eyes dragging from point to point across her frame. Lingering where neck met trapezius, where collar bone broke the form curve and shifted her unfouled flesh. Trailing downward, between the contrasts of aureola to breast, where curve met body. Ar'siuqqa began to slowly regain his composure, and kissed just inside where nipple began, down to her sternum, and across stomach. Arms found their way to her shoulders, and trailed down rib as all of him descended downward, over navel, hands catching up to grip her hips. Still fully clothed, the Malefactor sunk down between her thighs to kiss her mons gently. To inhale and savor her scent. To extend the moment, drawing out the experience.