Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Le poo
He could tell he shouldn't touch her too much.
"I won't touch 'em. Don't worry, I can TRY to keep my hands still...you just gotta not move too much."
He thought hard. If her energy was stored somewhere, that means his was as well. He thought hard, then he recalled the sword. Good God...if it was destroyed, so was he. Why did his have to be a material object...
"My energy is stored in my sword."
He thought about what he'd just said.
"That sounded wrong..."
Posted on 2009-05-17 at 04:04:20.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Well
"I have tatoos all over me too, only one part of my body is safe...you can't touch anywhere else. I feel myself getting weaker now...hurry..."
He smiled. He liked that joke...he would have to remember that one.
"Can I at least touch it a little...it felt so good..."
He smirked.
"Besides, our abilities are near opposites...I can't steal anything from you...well...a few things...but thats not what I have in mind."
Posted on 2009-05-17 at 03:56:19.
Edited on 2009-05-17 at 03:58:21 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Hmmm
"That" he pulled away from her a tad so he could look her in the face, "might be problematic. If I can't touch your back, how am I going to hold myself up?"
He was jumping to conclusions now, and he almost laughed. He didn't think she would be offended.
Posted on 2009-05-17 at 03:45:16.
Edited on 2009-05-17 at 03:47:23 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Jumping to conclusions are you?
"What makes you think I'll be touching any tatoos eh?" he smirked playfully, and ran a hand across her back, over her tatoo. A wonderful burst of energy flowed into him.
Posted on 2009-05-17 at 03:39:12.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Well then...
"Look like we have a little in common. More than I thought anyway."
Her breath was hot on his face, and it smelt like a soft mint, fresh, crisp, assertive. He liked assertive.
Posted on 2009-05-17 at 03:33:04.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: He dosen't, but you can't blame him.
He felt her hand and shuddered. She was made of a different type of energy than Dawn. It was rougher energy, a more commanding, more sinister force. The kind of power that says, "I'm shy on the outside, but I don't mess around, I can fend for myself." He liked that, a lot. He was pretty partial now to tougher, rougher, women.
"Is that so?" he twirled a thread of her hair around his forefinger.
Posted on 2009-05-17 at 03:22:24.
Edited on 2009-05-17 at 03:22:38 by Babaloo
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Topic: New Game
Subject: !
Yay! Wings! Like the band...just...purple.
Posted on 2009-05-17 at 03:17:59.
Edited on 2009-05-17 at 03:18:11 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Well
He wasn't sure she could fix him, at least not in one night, but she was already helping. The only way she could make it better is to be what Dawn wasn't. Honest. If she said she loved him, she shouldn't lie. Thats all it took.
"I love you..." he said it slowly, almost choking on his own words. He sounded unsure of himself, but only for the fact that the last time he said that, he'd gotten a lie in return.
Posted on 2009-05-17 at 03:15:00.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: HeHe
"So am I."
He pressed himself a little closer up against her, sharing their warmth with each other. He felt safe. Secure. Like he was at home.
But deep inside him he sensed a nagging doubt. It wasn't anything drastic, but it was enough to think about. It was already too good again. Things didn't go from horrible to great in the blink of an eye, thats not how the world worked. And yet it had happened twice to him. The first time was a fraud, and something inside himself, some minute nagging feeling, told him it would be so with this, but he didn't care. As he had already noted, he just wanted to feel safe for now, and if that meant the destruction of his own being later on, then he would deal with it.
He looked down at her and buried his nose in her dark black hair. She was dark and brooding, a daughter of the night and the lost souls, and yet here he was, sharing this moment with the last person he ever would have expected.
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 05:56:13.
Edited on 2009-05-16 at 22:34:58 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: lawl
"It does that when I'm near people like you."
He looked down at her and smiled. He couldn't believe he was actually feeling happy again.
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 05:52:45.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: *gasp*
He inhaled and exhaled raggedly, like he was having trouble breathing. After a few seconds, he returned her hug. She was only just shorter than him, but she was the perfect height still.
He kissed her head.
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 05:47:26.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: ...
He didn't move his hand when she touched it, but he didn't embrace her. As she touched him, another flash snapped through the room. He melted inside. He was putty in her hands. Why was it that he trusted her. What reason did he have to believe she was any better than Dawn. He didn't care anymore. He just needed someone, right now.
He squeezed her hand in return and turned around to face her.
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 05:40:09.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Uh...
"I guess your right, but..."
he stopped, unable to finish his own sentence. He got up and walked past her, stopping just behind her and running his hand along his own back again, feeling the scars. The first reminder of his life. Then he felt the scar on his face, yet another reminder, and finally his broken heart. The final moment of pain that occured thus far.
He needed someone, but he was unsure if he would ever be the same again.
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 05:34:41.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Yeah
"I know...and thats whats driving me insane..."
He moved back over to the couch and slouched down into it. Poison inched closer, like she wanted to help, but she was unsure what to do.
"I don't know what to do..." he said, almost mimicking her own ambience with his words. "I suppose it's up to you..."
He looked at her. There was a mix of playfulness and utter despiration in that comment. He was still attracted to her, but at the same time, he knew the closer they were, the more insane he would become. Unless he could forget about Dawn...but what could make him forget that?
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 05:26:04.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: No...
"No" he said through clenched teeth. His hand curled into a fist and moved itself from the wall.
"I thought I did...I don't miss her. I was a fool to think there was any hope. I had just never been happy before...and she filled that void. But she's a liar...a cheater and a no good backstabber."
He turned around, a tear welling in his left eye.
"I miss you though..."
He found it odd he could already miss someone who was only feet away from him.
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 05:16:51.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: THAT took a long time...
He couldn't sleep. He sat up and ran a hand through his white hair...it was white again, and it wouldn't go back.
He stood up and moved over to a window, glacing out at the garden three stories below. He felt a pair of imaginary hands around his waist, and turned to see Dawn, but she faded before he could say anything. He didn't love her, he never really did. She was just the first person to show him any kind of happiness ever...then she lied to him...tore it to pieces. Ruined it all.
He looked through the wall at Poison, she was staring at him. She looked away quickly as he caught her gaze. He figured she noticed him get up, and him not wearing much at all wasn't helping. He considering clothing himself again, but thought against it, sleeping in armor was much too difficult. He ran a hand along the wall and waited for her to say something. The silence was too much for him.
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 05:06:54.
Edited on 2009-05-16 at 05:10:07 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Hmmm
He looked at her through the blurred wall. She was doing something he couldn't quite make out. He didn't mind. He could fall asleep as it was right here and now. He wouldn't get anywhere tonight, not because of her, but because of himself. He was too afraid she would end up like Dawn, although tradition told him different. It wasn't the memory of Dawn that kept him at bay, it was the memory of the pain he'd gone through when she'd lied to him. He didn't want that anymore.
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 04:43:03.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: I see...hard to get?
He watched her as she rummaged through the chambers. He held out his right hand and summoned a plush divan, already cushioned, for him to sleep on while she enjoyed the comfort of the four poster bed.
He sat down on the divan and removed his armor, stripping down until he was only in his loose fitting undershorts. He ran a hand along his back. Even in death, the scars of the werewolf remained. He then ran another hand across his face, and found Alexanders mark to still be quite prominant.
He layed down on the divan and stretched out, cracking his left leg comfortably as he continued to watch Poison through the clear walls. Walls in this home were useless, but he figured she was sure smart enough to know that.
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 04:32:57.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Ah...
"I do want...I need...but I refuse to hold you against your will, although I know I wouldn't be able to even if I tried."
He opened a semi-transparant door to his left that led into a lavishly furnished room.
"The master chambers are all yours. Anything else you'll be needing?"
He said it playfully, not expecting a playful answer back. No matter how much he didn't want to be near her, he couldn't help acting this way around her.
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 04:23:46.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: No...
"No...No...you so beautiful...and perfect. Better than her...but it's just a little too soon. Maybe later on tonight? You could stay here, I could make a room for you..."
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 04:15:29.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Ohh!!! Didn't see this one coming!
Thats when he remembered Dawn. He felt her hands, her body, her lips. He pulled himself back and shook his head.
"I...I'm sorry..."
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 04:05:25.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Your up to it? Of course its only you and me...wtf?
"I'm fine with that."
He lowered is head and touched his lips with hers gently. Their auras mixed again, flashing violently. When their lips touched, a bolt of lightning cracked outside the window, followed by the resounding crash of thunder.
Her body grew warm, and he did not know why. Was it him? It had to be. Where she was once cold, she was now filled with heat, and the warmth was brought out of him, so where he was once arm, he was now cool. He liked this feeling.
Posted on 2009-05-15 at 05:34:52.
Edited on 2009-05-16 at 03:27:23 by Babaloo
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Oh dear
"Lord..."
'I could get used to that', he thought to himself. He had forgetton about Dawn. She was but a distant memory. Not a hint of her remained inside him.
Poison...poison maybe...but lovely poison if any.
Posted on 2009-05-15 at 04:44:18.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: I'll wait to see what you do.
"I don't know..." he raised his right hand and lovered the crystal formation, pressing the table back into the ground. There was now open space between them.
Posted on 2009-05-15 at 04:38:11.
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Topic: Witch Heart
Subject: Eh...
"I think I would have rather grown here...would have met you sooner..."
He leaned in until the edge of the table pressed against his own stomach, and he could move no farther. Her smirk was well accepted. He lowered his left hand onto the table, near her hand. She had a dark black aura around her, just as he had a red one. They co-mingled, and a bright flash lit up the room.
Posted on 2009-05-15 at 04:30:41.
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