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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 23, 2006 12:58:35 GMT -5
She gave a slight moan of disappointment as his fangs were withdrawn from her neck. She loosened her own fangs from his neck and slowed her drinks, allowing the blood to trickle into her mouth on its own. Feeling his hand on her neck, though, she didn’t completely remove her mouth from his neck.
She didn’t want to let go, break the perfection more than it had been when he’d let go. When his grip around her tightened, she did finally let go, but only to move her lips quickly to his, the taste of blood still hanging on their lips. Her grip around him tightened as if she were trying to hold onto the perfection even as it slipped through her grasp, pulling her back to reality as it went. She broke the kiss once more to ask, “Will you stay with me today?” before her lips touched his once more briefly.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 23, 2006 13:22:51 GMT -5
He frowned as she finally pulled away, trying desperately to grip back onto that perfection, to grasp it and hold it and not let it go. But gradually he was returning to reality, and as he did his spirits dampened considerably, leaving him miserable. Conciousness had hit him like a ton of bricks, he thought the shock of it would cause him to burst into tears, it was over-bearing, it left him feeling broken and empty. Vira's lips, filled with warmth from the exchange of blood, was a great comfort to him. The moment was gone, but Vira remained with him, if there was a bright side that was it.
He tried to think about her question, but he was in a daze, attempting to understand the words but finding he couldn't quite grasp their meaning. He shut his eyes and lay back on the bed, letting his arms fall from around her, his hands coming up to cover his face. It was clear he was again greatly confused, and more importantly he was exhausted, even if he wanted to go home the chances he had the energy to were slim to none.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 23, 2006 13:42:29 GMT -5
She laid down beside him, watching as he moved his hands to his face, covering the confusion that showed clearly on his face. She propped her head up on her hand, her elbow resting on the pillow. She reached over to him gently running her fingers through his hair. She glanced at the clock, 5:21 am it read. There was still an hour before the sun would rise.
She was feeling weak, and knew she'd need to feed the next night. She found herself not wanting to feed, to continue the exchange of blood with Corban until there was hardly any blood left to exchange. A small smile appeared on her face at this thought for she knew it wouldn't work, but it was still a pleasent thought.
She gave a small, contented sigh, leaning over and gently kissing the backs of both of Corban's hands before shifting under the covers, pulling them up to her chin. She didn't close her eyes yet- they were still locked on his figure.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 23, 2006 14:08:22 GMT -5
He took his hands away from his face as she kissed them and gazed at her in silence for a few minutes. Something was bothering him, hadn't he meant to go somewhere? Oh, right home...Ugh, too bad. He was tired. He didn't want to get up, he wanted to lay there and sleep. His eyes fell shut, his head swimming as he attempted to push himself into unconciousness unsuccessfully.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 23, 2006 14:22:27 GMT -5
She yawned, shifting slightly closer to where he lay, her eyelids drifting shut. She told herself not to fall asleep, to wait until the sun rose. She found it impossible, however, and she did drift slowly off to sleep. Her mind returned once more to the sunny picnic. This time, however, the sun didn't stay out long before it was hidden behind big, grey, storm clouds. As it began to rain, it seemed as though it was raining everywhere but where they were sitting- at the base of a large oak tree -the rain not even dripping through the leaves.
She began to shiver beneath the sheets of the bed as her dream continued, the rain pouring down from the clouds steadilly harder, the two nuzzled together at the base of the tree trying to stay dry, a smiled on her face as a raindrop finally made it through the maze of leaves, landing on her nose.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 23, 2006 15:24:58 GMT -5
His eyes flickered open, the over-all dizziness making it hard for him to sleep. He needed blood but didn't want to bother Vira about it. Hence he told himself just to sleep, ignore it and shut your eyes...He tried this for several minutes, but soon had been defeated. Steadily he got to his feet, remembering vaguely where the kitchen was, he stumbled in that direction, saying nothing to Vira as to not disturb her, though he was sure she'd notice him gone. Somehow he made his way into the kitchen without severely injuring himself, but had to lean against the counter for a time to ensure he didn't suddenly collapse.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 23, 2006 15:33:55 GMT -5
The rain in her dream eventually ending, the clouds breaking and allowing the sun to appear once more. They returned to the picnic, laughing at how their drinks had been deluted with rainwater. He reached out, dumping them out on the grass. As the sun hit his arm, he turned to her, a saddened look on his face before he crumbled into a pile of ash before Minerva's startled eyes.
This shook her awake, sitting bolt upright, a small scream escaping her lips as she looked to the place where Corban had been laying when she drifted to sleep. She knew it had only been a dream, but this didn't stop her from becoming terrified when she saw he wasn't there. "Corban?" she asked, her voice overflowing with worry.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 23, 2006 15:41:05 GMT -5
He'd poured a bit of blood into his cup and had seated himself on the counter, sipping at the red liquid, already he was beginning to feel better. When he heard the scream he jumped, almost dropping the cup. Immediatly he'd rushed to the room, gripping the cup loosely in his left hand. He stood at the doorway for a while, staring at Vira in alarm and worry. Wondering what had startled her, something clicked then, something from long ago, and he found himself saying, a gentle smile upon his face.
"Bad dream?"
He stepped up to her and sat by her side, offering her the cup of blood as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders comfortingly.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 23, 2006 15:51:25 GMT -5
A wave of relief hit her as he appeared in the doorway. She took a small sip from the cup when he offered it. "Bad dream doesn't even begin to cover it..." she murmured, the image of him crumbling to dust stuck in her mind. Handing the cup back to him, she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
She wanted to focus on the good part of her dream. The part where they'd been huddled together under the tree as it rained. As this image crossed her mind, a small smile came across her face as she said, "Though, it didn't start out bad..."
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 23, 2006 17:29:27 GMT -5
He held her tight and close, nuzzling her neck and kissing her cheek in an attempt to cheer her up. He took the cup from her, loosening his grip on her briefly, just long enough to take a sip from the cup, before placing it back into Vira's hands. He cuddled next to her, smothering her face and neck in little, loving kisses, that seemed strangely innocent and timid, and as he did this he whispered to her playfully.
"Vira...Vira...Vira...Do you know how much I love you?"
The lightest of smiles was upon his angelic face, spread across his sharp features handsomely. It was obvious he was trying to cheer her up.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 23, 2006 17:48:48 GMT -5
She looked down at the cup that he'd placed in her hands. Sighing, she drank the rest of the blood in the cup before setting it aside on the bed. She smiled, closing her eyes, as he kissed her face and neck. The fact that he was by her side had cheered her up, but his kisses and words had added to her happiness. "How much do you love me?" she said, sitting up. "This much?" she asked, giving him a peck on the cheek. "This much?" she asked again, giving him a peck on the lips. "This much?" she asked, pressing her lips against his once more, her arms around his neck once more. Though the dream pushed intself into her mind, she forced it back out, focusing on Corban, and only Corban, continueing the kiss passionately.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 23, 2006 18:01:10 GMT -5
He stayed still as she began to add her own playfulness to the moment, gazing at her in silent adoration through the entire process. He pushed his lips to hers, carrying out the kiss for a short while, letting out a barely audible moan before tearing his lips away and saying with a smug grin.
"Not even close."
He leant back against the wall and watched her in silence now, waiting for her to continue the little game.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 23, 2006 18:09:01 GMT -5
She smiled as he answered, glad she hadn't been close. She move to his lap, straddling him, her arms still around his neck. As he leaned back, she leaned in, her body pressing against his as she asked once more, "How about this much?" before pressing her lips against his again, more passionatly than she had the last time. She had a hand in his hair, loosly twirling his hair around her fingers.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 23, 2006 18:16:00 GMT -5
He placed his hands on her back as she leant forward, returning the kiss with the same fiery passion, again having that indisputable feeling that his heart was beating, even with the knowledge that it wasn't, and never could beat and never would beat. Again he pulled away, brushing his lips from her lips across the side of her face, leaving them pressed against her ear, his breathe teasing her neck as he whispered to her softly, smirking to himself devilishly.
"Still not even close..."
He bit her earlobe and gave it a tiny, playful tug before kissing her cheek.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 23, 2006 18:28:12 GMT -5
Again the kiss was broken, and again the answer reached her ears, causing her smile to grow once more. She felt his teeth against her earlobe, her hand moving from his hair to his chest as he tugged genly before kissing her cheek once more. She gave him another brief, loving kiss; a kiss that she would've carried out if her playfullness hadn't gotten the best of her. "Show me how much you love me," she said softly, losing her playfulness once she'd asked it, waiting patientl for his answer.
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