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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 19, 2006 10:25:09 GMT -5
He pushed her gently back onto the bed, so once again she was lying on the bed and he was lying atop her, his body and lips pressed firmly to hers, his hands wandering up and down her sides, carressing her gently. He could have sworn he could feel his heart pounding a million miles a minute in his chest but knew that it wasn't possible. Yet again anything sounded possible to him right now. If he could actually fall in love the most ridiculous things suddenly looked as though they could happen.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 19, 2006 13:41:55 GMT -5
She removed her legs from his waist and an arm from his neck as he pushed her back onto the bed. Wraping her arm around his back tightly, she continued kissing him passionatly. She moaned softly as his hand wondered up and down her sides. She didn't want this to ever end. She, too, thought her heart was beating; part of her even wanted it to be beating. She knew, though, it wasn't, and found herself wishing, for the first time in centuries, wishing that she was mortal. She knew she couldn't be mortal again, and in a way this thought conforted her. Because she wasn't mortal, she knew death wouldn't come naturally and this meant that, unless something went horribly horrilby wrong, she would be able to stay with Corban... forever.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 19, 2006 16:24:02 GMT -5
Corban's thoughts had been similair to hers, though for him being mortal would have been ideal, often in the past few nights he'd wondered why they couldn't have met as young mortals somewhere instead of two immortal, vampiric beings. If there was an upside, it was that he knew as a mortal he wouldn't have been able to understand his feelings for her, because as a mortal he'd been simply emotionally dead. At least as a vampire he could grasp these emotions and understand them, and actually be able to feel them.
He broke the kiss after a long while, his spirits plummeting the second he did, but this he ignored since he'd known that would happen. He watched her, then turned his face away, apparently lost in some train of thought.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 19, 2006 16:30:23 GMT -5
Even after he broke the kiss, it was still a short while before Vira even opened her eyes. She saw him looking away, and a confused looked crossed her face. She didn't remove her arm from his back, still wanting to be just as close as they currently where. "Corban?" she asked, her voice barely even audiable. Her eyes searched his face, looking for some hint of what it could possibly be that had cause him to break the kiss and turn away.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 19, 2006 16:43:39 GMT -5
He shifted his gaze to her and attempted a smile, but it came out bitter and forced. He kissed her cheek, then pulled himself away from her grasp and sat next to her. He wasn't entirely sure himself why he suddenly felt so upset...It seemed odd to him, the majority of his vampiric life he'd spent searching for his Sire, for the one person he'd ever loved. And now he felt, strangely enough, as if he was betraying him. It was a ludacris thought, absolutely ridiculous, he knew that, his Sire was a sociable creature, he'd probably had other lovers after Corban. But still he couldn't prevent from feeling in such a way. He sighed, hiding his face in his hands in an attempt to gather his thoughts.
"I'm fine.".
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 19, 2006 16:58:36 GMT -5
Minerva sat up after her moved beside her, the confused look still on her face. His words reached her ears, and even though they were so simply, it took her a seconed to process them. Once she had, however, she didn't really believe them. She didn't say anything more, only nodding in responce. She moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulders and taking his hand in her own and lacing their fingers. She knew his mind was elsewhere, and though she was perfectly fine with this, it still caused her some bit of worry. She looked up at him and asked, "Penny for your thoughts?"
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 19, 2006 17:03:46 GMT -5
He remained silent, not showing any acknowledgement to her words. He did, however, tighten his grip on her hand as he felt her slip it into his own. He never spoke about his thoughts to anyone, he kept them to himself, that's what he had been taught to do growing up; never let anyone know how you think, or how you feel, never let them know if they've hurt you or made you happy. Always keep indifferent, always keep them guessing. Such an attitude had served him well when he was an assassin, but needless to say it didn't help him socially. Over the years these lessons had watered down a bit and he became less withdrawn, but not by much, as he was undoubtedly demonstrating now by not responding to her.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 19, 2006 17:18:09 GMT -5
She sighed, pulling her hand away from his and standing. She walked over to the closet and pulled it open, taking out a blue pair of baggy, flannel pajama pants and a white, V-neck tank top. She turned to him, the clothes in her arms, and said "I'm going to go take a shower. You'll stay here and wait?" before opening the bedroom door and walking into the hall. She hadn't even bothered waiting for an answer, doubting she'd get one. The feeling she'd had in the bar the previous night once more returned to her as she closed the bedroom door once more and walked into the bathroom, closing and locking that door.
She tossed the clothes carelessly on the counter before turning on the shower water and brushing out her hair. She paused a moment, staring in the mirror even as it began to fog from the hot shower water, silently wondering what was on Corban's mind.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 19, 2006 17:31:25 GMT -5
He stared at her, his expression that of pure sadness as she pulled her hand away, feeling broken and alone. He opened his mouth to protest against her leaving, but found her gone before he could. For only a few seconds he sat there, feeling close to tears and angered with himself because he didn't know why. He stood and went on his way to the bathroom, he leant his back to the door, knocking at it lightly as he called out to her.
"Vira...I'm sorry."
Now he was confusing himself. What was he apoligising for? He didn't know, he just wanted her by his side again...
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 19, 2006 17:45:55 GMT -5
His words reached her ears, but she wished they hadn't. She continued staring into the mirror for a few more moments before walking over to the door. She hesitated a moment before unlocking it and slowly pulling it open. She looked up at him, her hair and dress damp from the steam in the room. She looked up at him, a saddened note in her eyes mixted with the usual love they held when she looked at him. "It's fine..." she said, her voice barely audiable.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 19, 2006 17:53:32 GMT -5
He spun around as she opened the door so he was now facing her. His brow knitted in a frown. He didn't believe her, and what made it worse was that now he felt even more sad. He said nothing, only turned his back on her and wandered back to the bedroom, he saw the small kitten asleep, curled up on the floor on his way there, and picked it up by the scruff of the neck, then held it in his hands, stroking it's head lightly and watching as it glanced around, drowsy and seemingly confused.
When he reached the room he sat on the edge of the bed, placing the kitten in his lap. A red glaze came over his dark eyes, a tell-tale that tears were gathering in his eyes.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 19, 2006 18:13:51 GMT -5
Minerva watched him walk away, a saddened look coming over her face as well. She watched him walk back into the bedroom, the kitten in his arms. She wanted to follow him, but she needed a bit of time alone, time to think. She turned, closing the door and locking it once more. Sighing, she finished getting reading for her shower before hanging a clean towel on the hook and stepping under the steaming-hot water.
She didn't take a very long shower, and in fifteen minutes she was standing infront of the mirror once more, fully clothed, the smell of lavander hanging in the air from her lotion, running a comb through her hair.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 19, 2006 18:21:40 GMT -5
He'd been planning on leaving, but the nerve to do so had taken him a considerably long time to sum up. He'd only got as far as slipping on his boots and concealing his old dagger into one of his cargo pockets before he'd slumped back down into the bed, hiding his face in his hands. A puzzled little kitten sat behind him, jumping at his back in an attempt at biting or batting some of the vampire's black curls. Sighing, he pushed the kitten away and stood, beginning to walk towards the door, at an unreasonably slow pace, blatantly not wanting to leave.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 19, 2006 18:34:33 GMT -5
Sighing, she tossed the comb on the counter and opened the bathroom door, heading back to the bedroom. When she saw he wasn't there, her heart felt like it'd been torn out of her chest. She turned around, heading for the front door through the living room. "Corban..." she said, seeing him there. She walked over to him, stopping infront of him, her sad, confused eyes looking into his. "Corban, what's wrong with you? You're mind has been elsewhere ever since you broke that kiss," she asked him, a worried note in her voice.
(( I didn't know if you meant the bedroom door or the front door, so I hope it's fine if I put them in the living room..... ))
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 19, 2006 18:50:00 GMT -5
He stopped walking as she reached him, returning her gaze sullenly. His mind was a blank now, he knowed nothing but his love for her. Without being aware of his own actions he reached out, placing a hand on each of her cheeks, carressing her skin with his thumbs. He was icy cold and deathly white, from of course having not fed that night, but yet again that's how he usually looked, the nights when he'd fed and the blood gave his face a pink tint he looked unrecogniseable to some.
He adjusted the position of his hands now, pressing the backs of his fingers to her face and sliding them down her face and neck, his hands falling to rest on her shoulders, and then his arms fell around her form and he brought her into an embrace that was warm even though his body was so cold. He said nothing now, finding that he had nothing to say. He sighed, leaning his head against hers and eventually found his voice to whisper.
"Do you want me to go now?"
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