Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 11:28:24 AM)
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Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 11:30:12 AM)
It's late morning in New Orleans. The cathedrals in the business district are a half hour away from chiming the herald of the noon hour. The skies are clear and the weather is still balmy, but not bearing that intense summertime heat that has been symbolic of the land for the past few months. It's a quiet time on the outer fringes of the bawn, and Hans is there to enjoy the tranquility.
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 11:32:23 AM)
*Lacie moved slowly over the grass towards the lake. Her bare feet brushed through the cool grass, the thin white dress she wore brushing against her thighs as she went and her long blonde hair falling about her shoulders. In her right hand she carried her little shoes, and over her left shoulder a simple bag that concealed her lunch*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 11:35:37 AM)
The night has been an eventful one for the Fang. His body is deflated from that stifled tension that the Curse bears in lingering on all his limbs at any other time of his life. He has spent much of his blessing from Luna this past night. He's much more subdued, and rests in his usual clearing in a moment of enjoyment for a change; not of a moment of solitude and needed isolation. His face is tranquil, nearly serene and devoid of any inkling of anger.
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 11:37:25 AM)
*She stopped as she came to the edge of the clearing, seeing the figure of Hans ahead. With a slightly curious frown over her features, she began to move closer towards him, moving as lightly as possible so as not to distrub him. Though it was very curious. He did not quite seem himself*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 11:40:24 AM)
Though his features do not register the fact, his senses picked up the faintest scent of Lacie's soap from nearly a mile away as the crosswind carried the aroma to his senses. His ears picked up her petite and careful footsteps as she'd moved over the distant horizon in approach. His eyes caught her silhouette before he was even visible to her, but despite all of it he was completely unsure of exactly who it was until the sunlight reflected the golden locks that spill from her slender and fragile head.
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 11:41:56 AM)
He takes in a breath, a steadying breath of tranquil air as she comes closer to earshot. His eyes close drowsily and the faintest of smiles begin to curl at the very edges of the Fang's lips. "....Velcome home, yoong Lacie." He says in a dreamlike rush of misted words.
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 11:44:32 AM)
*She smiled softly as she moved to him, though there was a sadness within her tone as she spoke* Thank you kindly Hans.... *She drew closer, moving to sit at his side, crossing her legs at the ankles* I trust all has been well since I have been gone?
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 11:50:25 AM)
The strange pang of slighted sorrow eludes the otherwise alert ears of the Fang as his neck twists and corded muscles creak as his gaze and attention transfixes itself on her delicate features. She doesn't feel that heat, that furnace of unbridled anger emanating from within the very core of the ahroun. Perhaps it is because she's distracted, or perhaps it's simply something she's not noticed yet. It's been a while since last she saw him, after all. It could easily be some oversight. "Ja." He simply says in that same subdued manner. "Awl ees vell vith Hans on zis day."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 11:52:48 AM)
*She nodded her head a little as she pulled her bag onto her lap* I'm glad to hear that.... *She smiled and looked to him, taking out a little plastic box and offering it out to him* Sandwich? I made them this morning. *She gave a little smile once again, and opened the little box, letting the beefy aromor move towards his nose*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 11:55:46 AM)
His head slowly moves side to side in a sublime gesture of gentle protest. The faint and waxing smile never fades from his curled lips and something definitely begins to seem off with the otherwise struggling ahroun. "Hans has eaten awlready, young cousin. But do not pause to consume for yourself." He offers in a hushed reply while he shifts and shuffles an inch or two closer to the kinfolk. "How fares ze La-cee today? Zhese eyes haf not seen zis face in un age, it feels."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 11:59:16 AM)
*She smiled and nodded her head a little as she picked one out and took a little bite. Moistening over her lips and chewing several times, she soon swallowed to awnser him.* I'm ok... I've just wanted to be on my own lately, y'know? *she looked to him, watching him edge closer. Without even thinking she placed her head on his shoulder and looked at her sandwich again, before putting it in the box once again* You seem.... Different Hans.... Are you sure nothing's happened? That's your ok?
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:01:31 PM)
"Oh, ja. Everything ees fine." He assures with that same fluttering and almost wispy tone of deep tenor. "Hans has been able to... vent recently. All is vell vith ze Fang."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:03:01 PM)
*She nodded her head a little, though it still rested on his shoulder as she closed her eyes and let out a gentle sigh* I'm glad to hear it Hans.... I would be most upset if something had happened to you whilst I was..... Failing at everything as usual
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:05:02 PM)
A massive arm of toned muscle surrounds the slender waist of the kinfolk as the Fang makes some obscure effort at comforting her as she marks words of mistake. His eyebrows knit together and two tufts of hair above his gaze become muddled together in a vertical wrinkle while curiousity becomes the mask his features bare. "Hans ees hard to harm, cousin." He offers in a hushed confidence. "Now, Hans feels tension een young Lac-ee. Tell Hans vhat has happunt."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:07:04 PM)
*She let out a little sigh and closed her eyes as she pressed her lips together, she nibbled at them a moment, before she spoke in a soft, barely heard tone* I went to another Sept, to try and adopt a baby Fianna Kin.... But I was denied it....
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:11:24 PM)
Her reply is heard with alert ears, and though her confession is alien to the Fang, he nods assuringly nonetheless. The hold on her waist tightens as he attempts to coax her ever closer in some gentle and platonic offering of comfort. "Hans understands, young one. Hans knows vell ze sting of being told no by vone he could not argue with."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:13:44 PM)
*She bit her lips together softly, before wrapping her arms around him and burring her head in the crook of his neck. She sad nothing else, she only sobbed softly into his shoulder*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:16:12 PM)
A hand moves up to cup the curls of hair that spill from her head as freely as the droplets of tears that shed from her closed saphire eyes. His palm curls inward to match the contour of her head in a supportive cupping gesture. He did not expect the sudden outburst of sorrow from the kin, and is blindly unaware how raw the wound in her heart truly is. But nonetheless, she needs comfort and he offers her his best in sympathies. "Ja, tha's eet. Joost let ze sorrow out, all is still vell." He offers in a hush
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:21:51 PM)
*She curled herself close to him, closing her eyes tighter before bringing her hand up to rub at her eyes. Without a thought, she nuzzled under his chin and sniffed slightly, taking in his scent. It seemed to calm her some what, his supportive guestures were not over looked by the little Kinfolk*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:24:31 PM)
"Ees okay." He urges in a softened tone while his stance remains unmoving and relenting to her nuzzling and her feral gesture of inhaling. "Lacie vill be fine. Like waves against rock, her sorrow vill break more unt more and she vill smile again as eef she never left sept."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:26:16 PM)
*She nodded her head softly, before she looked up at him with gentle, although slightly blood shot eyes* Thank you Hans.... You always know just what to say to make me feel a little better... *She offered a half smile, and brushed a lock of wilded hair behind her ear*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:29:50 PM)
"Not alvays." He corrects in a lighter tone as his hold with both hands dwindles. He notes the strange psychology of women in his mind. Even those born with the Curse of Luna have a way of venting their frustrations in the most efficient of ways. They fret, let all their sadness or anger out in one massive swell, and then revert as if it had never happened. In many ways, the Fang is envious of such dedication. It's a notion he knows he'll never be able to master. He resumes his train of thought, and the waned smile grows ever slightly in an abashed manner. "...Hans has said many things to many people zhat deed not make zhem feel better."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:32:00 PM)
*She smiled softly* Maybe... But you've always managed to put a smile on my face, even if you never saw it.... *She leant her head on his shoulder once again, closing her eyes and making herself comfortable this close to him once again*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:33:13 PM)
"Zhen enjoy it vhile La-cee can." He confides in a feigned attempt at humor as he relents to her headplant a second time. "Hans vill revel een moment vhile knowing he has said right thing for a change."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:35:48 PM)
*She smiled a little, letting out a content sigh* I'm not sure you could ever do anything wrong to me Hans.... Really. *She gave a slight chuckle* Apart from all but ignore me when we were in Magid.... That wasn't so fun
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:37:15 PM)
"Hans had no choice." He offers to her in a casual manner. "He knew La-cee vas claimed unt did not vant to fuel flames oof scandal. Many een sept vould feed off rumor oof Fang talking closely to cousin of Stag."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:38:51 PM)
*She nodded her head gently, closing her eyes once again* I wasn't claimed at the time.... But then I was a Fianna of no pure breed..... And of course there were many, many silverfang Kin that swooned at your presence.... So that's ok
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:40:19 PM)
"Hah, none swooned over Hans even before scars." He replies with a muted huff that could easily be taken byond the bounds of politeness and become an all out eruption of laughter. "Ms. Emil-ee vas only one who came close, und even she vanted guardian, not mate or hoos-band."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:41:29 PM)
Then she was a fool.... *She looked up at him with a gentle smile and carring within her eyes* Because had you looked at me twice, I know where I would be now...
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:44:12 PM)
"Een Hans arms vith head on shoulder?" He asks in rebutter through a strange and evasive baiting that could easily be mistakened as some strange flirt on his part. "Nein, Hans knew eet vould not be. Even eef things ever changed in present, past, or tomorrow, eet could not be."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:45:41 PM)
*She looked up at him curiously, her head canting to one side as her eyes moved over his* Oh? What makes you say that? *She gave a very faint smile, moistening her lips* Is my lineage not perfect enough?
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:47:05 PM)
[hold on a sec. About to go unglued on some asshat on IV]
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:48:15 PM)
(Ok >.>)
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:49:46 PM)
[eh, he has no balls. nvm]
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:50:08 PM)
(Awww, I came on to watch and everything lol)
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:52:59 PM)
His expression transfixes into one of stifled confusion at her evasive and trapping inquiry. "Vha? Oh, nein nein eet ees noothing as you think, young La-cee. Blood nor deed nor lineage vould haf anything to do vith zhere being an oos. Eet ees just ze vay of things."
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:53:29 PM)
"Hans leads very dangerous life. Hans vould not vant to leave mate at home vith no varning or gudbye."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 12:56:49 PM)
But that's the way we live our lives Hans. We Kin... We never know if we will see you Mates, or loved ones ever again. Each time they step out the door, could be the very last time we see them. That's why each and every moment we have is so important to us. *She gave a little smile* So your simply making excuses now my dear Hans
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:57:59 PM)
"Besides, Hans has too much hate in heart to give La-cee ze love zhat she needs." He offers in a strange honesty. "Hans vould only hurt heart of cousin unt leave her feeling used." He adds as his hand clenches playfully against her slender shoulder, giving it the tiniest squeeze as his own unique reality check is displayed.
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 12:59:01 PM)
"Hans knows zis, unt knew zis een Mah-jeed." He adds furthermore. "Lacie ees too gud for ahrouns like ze Fang."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 1:00:50 PM)
*She shook her head softly as she watched him* No.... No I don't think you would have Hans. Not one bit. *She kissed his cheek softly, before leaning her head on his shoulder once again and looking towards the Lake again*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 1:01:54 PM)
She feels a flood of heat manifest on his cheek as she offers her tiny, fleeting kiss. He plays the notion off with a brief but heartfelt chuckle. "Eet only shows how little ze cousin really knows oof Hans." He notes as he himself looks out on the lake, letting silence manifest between them
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 1:03:31 PM)
*She let the silence echo between them, holding him gently still* I know you better than you think Hans.... *She spoke softly, closing her eyes as her thumb caressed his side*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 1:04:50 PM)
"Oh? Zhen tell Hans vhat kin knows." He declares in a calling on her bluff while his waist shifts slightly in a feigned wincing of her ascending and descending thumb. "Hans has feeling zhat ideas which dwell in Lac-ee's mind are een-ak-yoo-root."
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 1:06:53 PM)
*She leant back from him, moving slightly so she was sat before him. Her little bare feet between his legs and her boney knees brought up under her chin. She gently raised her hands and placed them on his cheeks, causing his eyes to gaze into her own. But she was silent in her actions, simply watching him for a moment*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 1:09:17 PM)
His hands leave her shoulder and side and both palms fall firmly against the grass beneath them both. His expression shifts from confusion to curiousity in flickerflash instances as he attempts to figure out the motive behind her changing of stance. She grows situated and his eyes meet with hers, and yet that expression of inquisition never seems to melt fully on his scarred appearance. "Vhat, Lac-ee reads Hans mind as he speaks?" He asks her as the expression is given words.
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 1:16:38 PM)
*She shook her head softly as she ran her thumbs over his scared cheeks* Hans is.... Lonely. *She moistened her lips softly, still gazing into his eyes as she gently canted her head to one side* You think that.... By hiding yourself away, and away from the feelings that are within you that you'll never be harmed by love... But really... Your blocking yourself away from everything. Ahourn you maybe, but you have a heart of gold within your chest.... and it grows weak. It longs to feel comfort, to feel love. But something in the past burned you. "Once bitten, twice shy" .... You stick to your sterotype, you are the Elder, you must be strong.... *She shook her head softly* You think your time has passed.... but it hasn't.... You deserve love as much as anyone my dearest Silverfang... You Deserve everything
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 1:19:40 PM)
He listens to her explanation with a patient ear and a never moving expression on his face. Each word is dissected in his mind as it translates all her description into his native tongue through instinct and double checking, ensuring that he's not misunderstand the nuance of each uttered syllable. She finishes, and there's a long pause between them. All that floods their collective ears are the chirping of birds around them and a faint breeze emerging off the lake before them.
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 1:22:58 PM)
Finally, he speaks. "Hans hears vords from young Lacie's mouth, und his mind hears truth in zhem." He says. "Hans knows zhat zis is truly how cousin of Stag feels zhat Hans mind endures, unt in many things she is right." He never elaborates on which are close to the mark and which are total misses, but he does at least confide some revelation of accuracy. His lips part to speak more, but close as his mind clamps down the notion of what would follow, and another brief pause ensues as he attempts to formulate something more. "Hans cares not for past. Vhat needs remembered ees remembered een tales und song oof sept. Hans only deserves vhat he has earned. Und he has not earned... love... from any he has known."
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 1:23:59 PM)
His features grow somber and something underlying flickers behind the jade tinted eyes that peer a little too deeply into hers. "La-cee needs to let go of Hans face before Hans kisses young kin und dishonors all of Stag." He urges in a flat and deepened tone of soft emergence.
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 1:26:36 PM)
*She continued to look into his eyes, her hands still unmoving from his cheeks. She gently shook her head, before leaning softly in, and gracing his lips with a soft, tender, and truly loving kiss. Her eyes closed softly, allowing the gentle kiss to linger for a moment, then broke it, resting her forehead to his*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 1:30:35 PM)
And thus, the barrier of friendship is broken between the two as their lips bond in the faint pressing. His own almond shaped eyes close slowly as the intoxicating sensation of her gesture washes across his mind and shoulders. His heart's pace quickens in a sudden fluttering, and his thoughts become a complete blur of incoherency. His head leans forward in protest as she breaks their bond and leaves a fleeting lingering all his own on her lips, and his eyes re-open as his chin feels the tickle of her hair as her head comes to rest against his. "Child..... Do not do zis." He whispers in a pleading while his stare remains locked with her eyes with not even a centimeter of distance seperates their longing gaze.
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 1:35:04 PM)
*She caressed his cheek softly as she opened her eyes and looked into his. Her own sapphire orbs glistened with tears once again as she gently shook her head* I can't help it Hans.... I have always cared so deeply for you so very deeply... *She kissed his forehead one last time, with that same soft tenderness, before she moved to her feet and picked up her bag. Her heart ached as she began to slowly move from him, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as she hung her head slightly.*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 1:39:33 PM)
"Eet ees.... too late for us." He says in a pained tone as she presses her lips to his forehead. "Lacie moost go, or Hans vill lose struggle een mind to remain pure. Hans could not stop at kiss, unt Lacie vill bear child before night's end. Hans does not vant to dishonor Lacie's mate. Hans does not vant to fight Axe-Een-Keyboard~yuf for honor." He explains rapidly in a slipping in and out of english and german. "Hans doos love Lacie, und Hans vants Lacie to have child, gud strong child. Boot eet cannot be Hans to give her sooch. Eet ees not right oof Fang to make claim on body."
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 1:40:22 PM)
"Go, cousin, before Hans loses fight und love conquers hees honor forever." He pleads as she moves to step away.
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 1:43:42 PM)
*She pressed her lips together, looking back to him* I love you Hans.... I always will.... and I mourn the Children we will never have together... *she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear before vanishing into the tree line*
Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 1:49:06 PM)
Every fiber of every strand of every muscle in his legs scream instinctively to pursue, to damn the old laws and forgo any semblance of honor and simply do what it is he wants done, and to succumb to the impulse that has plagued his mind since returning to this world and this city. Her words wound his mind, and before his mind is aware of the act, he is already on his feet and has taken two steps towards the treeline in which she disappeared to. But honor holds reign, and it is only the thought of the aftermath that keeps him stilled at the fringe of the bank.
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 1:56:03 PM)
(Catch you later sweetie)
Lacie Redford (Sep 15, 2010 1:56:04 PM)
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Hans Lange (Sep 15, 2010 1:56:19 PM)
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