Participants: Dusza, Fleur, Vid
Ingame date: 25 May
He remembers Fleur's first night. And the scare Sounya had given them.
A cry had reverberated through the forest, tree roots shaking in his mind's eye. She had hunted alone, and it had almost ended quite differently. But when she presented them the she-wolf, Sounya's face had glowed. "She fought a good fight. Died a good death."
He had wondered how a death could be good, but this is how she saw it, so it was true. Truth only exists in our mind's eye, in its absolute totality. A good death.
This very night, she had fed from him. He could give something back for all she'd given them, but it had been rushed. A necessity. He did not understand yet what had brought this on - a conversation with Thomas would need to take place to untangle that web. But that's where it had started. The beast had still looked out of her eyes after, and accepted him as prey instead. She'd been too strong to pry off, and he knows (even though he doesn't wish to face it yet) that that moment of control lost likely bound her to him.
That was after tasting Thomas. And later, once he'd revived her with his damned blood, she'd tasted Fleur. He can understand the draw - he's been there himself, and he never ever judges - but he's afraid. Of what this will mean when they meet again.
Her creating a distance, standing next to the witch prince, intending to leave them for Alkmaar. That image hurt him. Was it needed to deny the pull of the blood? He wants to ask her, how they can continue, whether their promises can hold.
Since most of the transportation is being arranged through SC's old company (now in other hands), he can find where she's departing from. And he has to see her again tonight. Fleur has not moved from his side once they got reunited after the attack, so she is the one to call for travel itineraries and pick up points. But his mind is elsewhere, going over so many possible scenarios...
2019-05 : The Beast
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Vid
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2019-05 : The Beast
I'm dead but smiling, an honour-bound betrayer and a cruel Samaritan. I feel old though I am young.
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Sofia
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It feels like decades, what had happend just one night ago. Her body still vibrating, the sadness, the mourn still so present. It feels like it will never go away. A wound, that is open is still bleeding, even when it is not visible. She gulps when she steps out of the building. Feeling not sure about herself anymore. She closes her eyes for a few seconds, tries to get her composure together, knowlingly that she never will get it together again.
She had lost so much yesterday, more than someone ever can imagine. She started with scaring Thomas away. She never forget the look in his eyes, when she reached out her hand to him. She will never forget how long it took him to take her hand. She lost it. She wanted to give him a lession. She, the one with this much experience of live, teached him. And lost it.
A shudder is running through her body, when she remembers the taste of his blood on her tongue. All the flavours, all the glory exploding in her mouth and then she lost it. She lost the battle against her beast and she lost Thomas. She would have killed him, when she didnt had forced her beast back on the leash. Vid came to her aid, but it was too late. She had cost the forbidden fruit and she knew, that she wants to, she needs to taste it again. This could never happen.
She looks down to her shoes, still a bit blood is on the tip of her boot and she bends down to rub it away. She blinks a few time when she looks at her outstrechted left arm. It is still hers and also a sign what her beast had taken from her. Forgetten the trip of blood she strokes over the fur up to her shoulder, where the clothings hide the end of it. The claw is still out, will never go away. Not like this.
She knows that also her ears didnt look the same anymore, they are round, biger than they have ever been before. She had seen it in the mirror, after she had taken a shower, after she washed her blood and the blood of these assholes of her body. They burned the clothes and the things she is wearing now are borred. She hates it, but knows also that it is a necessity to do for now.
Slowly she gets up, a growl in her throat that wants out. Hatred, sadness pouring through every cell of her body. She closes her eyes again, takes the smell of the night in. She needs to do what she promised to do. Maybe not promised, but she needed to go out otherwise she would have tried to kill something. The prince was wise enough to give her room and gave her a task outside.
So she needs to move, otherwise she will not move anymore. She lost the fight, she lost her beloved. She had bound herself to Vid and Fleur, this is nothing that scares her shitless, no, everything else what came during this makes her awfull aware about what happend. She is lost. Its just a matter of time before she looses again and others see it. So she moves. Her movements not longer mortal, more beast, more her, more lost.
She had lost so much yesterday, more than someone ever can imagine. She started with scaring Thomas away. She never forget the look in his eyes, when she reached out her hand to him. She will never forget how long it took him to take her hand. She lost it. She wanted to give him a lession. She, the one with this much experience of live, teached him. And lost it.
A shudder is running through her body, when she remembers the taste of his blood on her tongue. All the flavours, all the glory exploding in her mouth and then she lost it. She lost the battle against her beast and she lost Thomas. She would have killed him, when she didnt had forced her beast back on the leash. Vid came to her aid, but it was too late. She had cost the forbidden fruit and she knew, that she wants to, she needs to taste it again. This could never happen.
She looks down to her shoes, still a bit blood is on the tip of her boot and she bends down to rub it away. She blinks a few time when she looks at her outstrechted left arm. It is still hers and also a sign what her beast had taken from her. Forgetten the trip of blood she strokes over the fur up to her shoulder, where the clothings hide the end of it. The claw is still out, will never go away. Not like this.
She knows that also her ears didnt look the same anymore, they are round, biger than they have ever been before. She had seen it in the mirror, after she had taken a shower, after she washed her blood and the blood of these assholes of her body. They burned the clothes and the things she is wearing now are borred. She hates it, but knows also that it is a necessity to do for now.
Slowly she gets up, a growl in her throat that wants out. Hatred, sadness pouring through every cell of her body. She closes her eyes again, takes the smell of the night in. She needs to do what she promised to do. Maybe not promised, but she needed to go out otherwise she would have tried to kill something. The prince was wise enough to give her room and gave her a task outside.
So she needs to move, otherwise she will not move anymore. She lost the fight, she lost her beloved. She had bound herself to Vid and Fleur, this is nothing that scares her shitless, no, everything else what came during this makes her awfull aware about what happend. She is lost. Its just a matter of time before she looses again and others see it. So she moves. Her movements not longer mortal, more beast, more her, more lost.
Life is too short to listen to bad music.
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Vid
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For a moment he doesn't know what he sees. The van is parked a while away, the lot a patch of concrete amidst nature, with little wildflowers trying to break up the black with brighter colours. They're supposed to meet here, but his lover had always been one to wander the wild. So, knowing there's a lookout point nearby that offers a beautiful view of the Dutch dunes sprawling away all the way to a distant sea shore, his feet find their way there.
It's a secret place he's shared with his loved ones. Fleur tried to talk with birds and mice here, not quite succeeding yet, but the both of them laughing. Thomas he showed recently, reward for names collected, a price won and gladly shared. Longer ago he showed another...
With Sounya, he howled at the moon here. She'd asked when the last time he'd done so was, one day when events had been especially bad in the pit of vipers, and he'd had to confess 'never'. So she taught him, and they howled until the stars turned pale and their cheeks were red, hearts lighter again.
That lightness he hopes for. Knowing she will find them here. He squeezes Fleur's hand in his, trusting that hearts will clarify what they need, as his mind makes sense of the dark figure with hunched down shoulders in the distance.
It's a secret place he's shared with his loved ones. Fleur tried to talk with birds and mice here, not quite succeeding yet, but the both of them laughing. Thomas he showed recently, reward for names collected, a price won and gladly shared. Longer ago he showed another...
With Sounya, he howled at the moon here. She'd asked when the last time he'd done so was, one day when events had been especially bad in the pit of vipers, and he'd had to confess 'never'. So she taught him, and they howled until the stars turned pale and their cheeks were red, hearts lighter again.
That lightness he hopes for. Knowing she will find them here. He squeezes Fleur's hand in his, trusting that hearts will clarify what they need, as his mind makes sense of the dark figure with hunched down shoulders in the distance.
I'm dead but smiling, an honour-bound betrayer and a cruel Samaritan. I feel old though I am young.
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Fleur
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Almost to tied she holds onto Vid his hand. The words that the Prince spoke echo through her mind, so much that only when Dusza walked away with that monster, the meaning of her standing there, on that side, fully sank in.
She sees the shape and her heart lifts up, in this wonderfull place nothing would be wrong. She will help Dusza with her bond, make sure that she knows nothing has changed.
How many lies can she tell herself before she starts to accept the truth for what it is.
"Sounya?" Fleur says it so softly but her voice carries through the silence like a little bell
She sees the shape and her heart lifts up, in this wonderfull place nothing would be wrong. She will help Dusza with her bond, make sure that she knows nothing has changed.
How many lies can she tell herself before she starts to accept the truth for what it is.
"Sounya?" Fleur says it so softly but her voice carries through the silence like a little bell
Everything happens for a reason
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Sofia
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Her shoulders had droped the moment her feets, her body pushed her into the direction she yearned for. She needs to see them, to feel them, so nothing had changed, even when everything had changed. She had failed them so miserably, she dont know how she can look them straight into their eyes. She dont want to see what is hidden there, what she fears to see there.
And what is with SC? Was he an illusion? A hallucination? So much of a hallucination, that she felt more seperated to them then ever. Them standing on the other side, she standing next to the prince, her body still trembling, wanting nothing more than to shred the prey into pieces. Only the words of the prince had stoped her from doing what her beast had comands her.
She kneeling next to him, whispering madness into his ears, stoping every movement of his body, wanted to let him feel pain, wanted to see him bleed more, wanted him dead. No hand had holded her back, no Thomas, no Vid, no Fleur. Maybe they all have felt the same. Maybe not.
She takes a deep breath, her glowing eyes looking out for every movement. Her face pale of exhausting neverending fight that only started just yesterday. Who will win this night? Her or will she win finally and get a bit of her self-determination back?
The angelically voice in the wind calling out for her name let her stop in her tracks for a few seconds, before she moves again. Move! As long you move, you are working, you are whole. - Are you?, she shoves these conversation back into her mind. The growl again forcing its way out of her throat, but a sad and determined smile on her face, when she finally comes closer.
Shuddering she sucks a breath into her lunges, taking in the smell of her beloved Vid, her beloved Fleur. Both smell still the same: Vid, a bit spicy, man and immortal, something familiar and also foreign. Fleur, still so much sun in her own fragrance, so sweet and strong at the same time. Did she ever told them how they smell?
She hides her left arm behind her body, she dont want to scare them immediately. They will find out sooner than later, but she wants some more seconds of selfdenial. Nothing had changed!
Her smile widens, love shining in her eyes while she walks carefully closer, more beast than mortal, more carefully putting each step in front of the other. One meter away she stops, waves akwardly with her right hand. "Hi!", her voice more raspy than it ever has been, even after this wonderful night howling to the moon. She dont know what to do, nor what to say. Speechless! Mark the calendar, but she is speechless, lost for words. Her body vibrates, wants this one step forward into their arms, into her safe world. Nothing had changed, right?
And what is with SC? Was he an illusion? A hallucination? So much of a hallucination, that she felt more seperated to them then ever. Them standing on the other side, she standing next to the prince, her body still trembling, wanting nothing more than to shred the prey into pieces. Only the words of the prince had stoped her from doing what her beast had comands her.
She kneeling next to him, whispering madness into his ears, stoping every movement of his body, wanted to let him feel pain, wanted to see him bleed more, wanted him dead. No hand had holded her back, no Thomas, no Vid, no Fleur. Maybe they all have felt the same. Maybe not.
She takes a deep breath, her glowing eyes looking out for every movement. Her face pale of exhausting neverending fight that only started just yesterday. Who will win this night? Her or will she win finally and get a bit of her self-determination back?
The angelically voice in the wind calling out for her name let her stop in her tracks for a few seconds, before she moves again. Move! As long you move, you are working, you are whole. - Are you?, she shoves these conversation back into her mind. The growl again forcing its way out of her throat, but a sad and determined smile on her face, when she finally comes closer.
Shuddering she sucks a breath into her lunges, taking in the smell of her beloved Vid, her beloved Fleur. Both smell still the same: Vid, a bit spicy, man and immortal, something familiar and also foreign. Fleur, still so much sun in her own fragrance, so sweet and strong at the same time. Did she ever told them how they smell?
She hides her left arm behind her body, she dont want to scare them immediately. They will find out sooner than later, but she wants some more seconds of selfdenial. Nothing had changed!
Her smile widens, love shining in her eyes while she walks carefully closer, more beast than mortal, more carefully putting each step in front of the other. One meter away she stops, waves akwardly with her right hand. "Hi!", her voice more raspy than it ever has been, even after this wonderful night howling to the moon. She dont know what to do, nor what to say. Speechless! Mark the calendar, but she is speechless, lost for words. Her body vibrates, wants this one step forward into their arms, into her safe world. Nothing had changed, right?
Life is too short to listen to bad music.
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Vid
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It's in her step. The movements of the bear she once showed him. How afraid he'd been, suddenly eye to eye with a predator, suddenly reminded of the nightmare that was the wolf. But she'd been different. Through some inner strength he had not known to possess, he had stepped forward and hugged the heavy fur, hands holding hairs rugged for autumn.
She hails them, shyly, the gentle soul inside her denying that false outward appearance. We are what we do, not what we seem. For a moment he hopes, for this is the shy girl who did not dare believe he could love her, so like his younger self. The woman who eventually gave him such trust that he'd dared give her his secrets; and have her present at the hardest moment in existence, trapping Fleur.
"Hi," he returns, the words unimportant. He reaches out reassuringly, one hand for a soft ear, lips for a light kiss.
She hails them, shyly, the gentle soul inside her denying that false outward appearance. We are what we do, not what we seem. For a moment he hopes, for this is the shy girl who did not dare believe he could love her, so like his younger self. The woman who eventually gave him such trust that he'd dared give her his secrets; and have her present at the hardest moment in existence, trapping Fleur.
"Hi," he returns, the words unimportant. He reaches out reassuringly, one hand for a soft ear, lips for a light kiss.
I'm dead but smiling, an honour-bound betrayer and a cruel Samaritan. I feel old though I am young.
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Sofia
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Her smile gets crocked, when he returns her greeting, softens when he makes a step forward and reaches out for her, touching her, kissing her softly. More than she ever deservered after her failure. She answers, hold back every passion and emotion that is welling up, but she cant stop her from giving back this wonderful gesture. She knows that this is not the time to grap him, kiss him, to feel more, to feel like there is no tomorrow.
Slowly her focus turns forward her Fleur. While her eyes are glowing is she clearing her throat. Again she fights the impuls to just grap Fleur and give her a passionate kiss. Where does this impulse come from? Is it the beast? Is it just the need to feel still alive or in controll? Is it just that she have the feeling that their decision and her decision drive them apart?
A shudder runs down her spine. She has the feeling of suffocating. She has the feeling, that she cant breath easy, maybe never will again. Why was the sweet mother so cruel? To give her something to hold tight, to love, to cheerish, to take it again from her. She makes a step forward Fleur, but dont want to. Dont want to want this so badly. But she cant stop the instincts from taking over. Both hands stretches out for her face, calm, carefully to not hurt her, but finally a cold hand on her warm cheeks.
Her eyes searching for something in Fleurs eyes, before she leans closer and gives her that what every cell of her body wants to do, to her and also to Vid - a passionate kiss, a kiss that tells from a loss, from fear and from love all in one. She lost again! How often will she loose until its obvious to everyone?
Slowly her focus turns forward her Fleur. While her eyes are glowing is she clearing her throat. Again she fights the impuls to just grap Fleur and give her a passionate kiss. Where does this impulse come from? Is it the beast? Is it just the need to feel still alive or in controll? Is it just that she have the feeling that their decision and her decision drive them apart?
A shudder runs down her spine. She has the feeling of suffocating. She has the feeling, that she cant breath easy, maybe never will again. Why was the sweet mother so cruel? To give her something to hold tight, to love, to cheerish, to take it again from her. She makes a step forward Fleur, but dont want to. Dont want to want this so badly. But she cant stop the instincts from taking over. Both hands stretches out for her face, calm, carefully to not hurt her, but finally a cold hand on her warm cheeks.
Her eyes searching for something in Fleurs eyes, before she leans closer and gives her that what every cell of her body wants to do, to her and also to Vid - a passionate kiss, a kiss that tells from a loss, from fear and from love all in one. She lost again! How often will she loose until its obvious to everyone?
Life is too short to listen to bad music.
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At first she doesnt even notice the change in Sounya her body.
Fleur is to happy to see those eyes. But when Vid reaches out and kisses her she finally sees.
The scare that Vid gave her that one night, by giving her ears... She had frenzied because of all the stress, she just lost it and felt so ashamed afterwards. Those ears he gave her where a good reminder, a lesson, a fun moment. They both where laughing so loud.
Sounya wakes her up out of her memories. A cold hand on her cheek, she looks into those burning eyes with her pools of water.
The kiss is pasionate and makes her fall down a well filled with those kisses. That first time in the park, that time in her club, those multiple times in that club.
Fleur wraps her arms around Sounya and breaks the kiss. She hides her face in her neck as she starts talking.
"Oh Sounya. I was so worried that you where gone. When you where laying on the floor my heart started to break. I am sorry that I made you drink from me, but i needed to save you!"
A wonderfull scent feels the air, it comes from the woman that is wrapped around her. That little bit of sunshine, so gentle as the first rays that come out after a dark and gloomy night. But there is more to the smell, flowers? Cherries? It is tempting and inviting, those veins filled with the sweetest liquid. So closeby and so easy to take.
A soft kiss in that neck and one bite, all if it will be yours.
Fleur breathes in deep as the crimson tears run down her cheeks.
Fleur is to happy to see those eyes. But when Vid reaches out and kisses her she finally sees.
The scare that Vid gave her that one night, by giving her ears... She had frenzied because of all the stress, she just lost it and felt so ashamed afterwards. Those ears he gave her where a good reminder, a lesson, a fun moment. They both where laughing so loud.
Sounya wakes her up out of her memories. A cold hand on her cheek, she looks into those burning eyes with her pools of water.
The kiss is pasionate and makes her fall down a well filled with those kisses. That first time in the park, that time in her club, those multiple times in that club.
Fleur wraps her arms around Sounya and breaks the kiss. She hides her face in her neck as she starts talking.
"Oh Sounya. I was so worried that you where gone. When you where laying on the floor my heart started to break. I am sorry that I made you drink from me, but i needed to save you!"
A wonderfull scent feels the air, it comes from the woman that is wrapped around her. That little bit of sunshine, so gentle as the first rays that come out after a dark and gloomy night. But there is more to the smell, flowers? Cherries? It is tempting and inviting, those veins filled with the sweetest liquid. So closeby and so easy to take.
A soft kiss in that neck and one bite, all if it will be yours.
Fleur breathes in deep as the crimson tears run down her cheeks.
Everything happens for a reason
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Sofia
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Fleur didnt dissappoint her, her body reacts on its own, the woman in her arms reacts as she yearns for. It feels like decades before Fleur breaks the kiss and a growls escapes from her lips before she could stop it. She is not happy about the abrupt end of the kiss, her beast is not happy that it ends. She wants passion, scratches, pain, lust and blood, all in once. But Sounya takes a deep breath to get her shit together.
But the woman in her arms feels so right, so warm, so tempting. Her words fill her soul, every pain she felt in the last hours of her excistence. "I thought you left me behind!", she admits hoarsly. Her words more punctuated as normal, she needs to take effort to suppress the growl, the beast in her voice. For a moment she just holds her close, takes a deep breath and all the scents and fragrances fills her vision.
She hears the forced heartbeat of Fleur, pumping blood through her veins. Can smell the fragrance that is just Fleur. Her nostrils flairs, when this scent touches her skin, her fur. Her head nuzzles her neck, her hair and she closes the eyes, just give into this temptation.
Do you smell her? Cherries in the sunlight? Dont you love to take an other bite, just a itzybitzy tiny one? Where is the harm in it? You know she like it? Do you remember her shuddering, her climaxing from your bite, you taking her blood, giving her that what she yearns for? She wants it! This is the reason she hold you like this and let you smell her own essence. You can smell it on her skin! Come on! Just a bit. Just for her, she want it as much as you want it and you deserve it. You fighted for her as well! - But...
Her fangs are out before she knows it. Again she takes a deep breath and the soft, caring nuzzling at her neck turns into something more erratic. The growl is out, her eyes more glowing then ever and she leans forward, licks her throat, cant but want it so much. Does Sounya have enough controll over the beast or does she just pretend to have her on a leash?
Alea iacta est. DO IT. NOW! Without consciouss she bites down, closes her eyes in extasy, when the blood of Fleur fills her mouth with the wonderful fragrance of her. Sunshine, cherries, maybe blueberries in the moonlight, warmth, lust, so much she feels, tastes, needs. Her grip around Fleurs shoulder gets strong, while she drinks with so much desperation of her beloved.
But the woman in her arms feels so right, so warm, so tempting. Her words fill her soul, every pain she felt in the last hours of her excistence. "I thought you left me behind!", she admits hoarsly. Her words more punctuated as normal, she needs to take effort to suppress the growl, the beast in her voice. For a moment she just holds her close, takes a deep breath and all the scents and fragrances fills her vision.
She hears the forced heartbeat of Fleur, pumping blood through her veins. Can smell the fragrance that is just Fleur. Her nostrils flairs, when this scent touches her skin, her fur. Her head nuzzles her neck, her hair and she closes the eyes, just give into this temptation.
Do you smell her? Cherries in the sunlight? Dont you love to take an other bite, just a itzybitzy tiny one? Where is the harm in it? You know she like it? Do you remember her shuddering, her climaxing from your bite, you taking her blood, giving her that what she yearns for? She wants it! This is the reason she hold you like this and let you smell her own essence. You can smell it on her skin! Come on! Just a bit. Just for her, she want it as much as you want it and you deserve it. You fighted for her as well! - But...
Her fangs are out before she knows it. Again she takes a deep breath and the soft, caring nuzzling at her neck turns into something more erratic. The growl is out, her eyes more glowing then ever and she leans forward, licks her throat, cant but want it so much. Does Sounya have enough controll over the beast or does she just pretend to have her on a leash?
Alea iacta est. DO IT. NOW! Without consciouss she bites down, closes her eyes in extasy, when the blood of Fleur fills her mouth with the wonderful fragrance of her. Sunshine, cherries, maybe blueberries in the moonlight, warmth, lust, so much she feels, tastes, needs. Her grip around Fleurs shoulder gets strong, while she drinks with so much desperation of her beloved.
Life is too short to listen to bad music.
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"Leave you behind?" Fleur sounds so surprised "I would never leave you behind, I couldn't find you and I needed to find Thomas, i couldnt find him"
Sounya is in her neck and Fleur giggles softly. So happy to have her in her arms again.
Then she feels the lick in her neck and something is warning her. Her own beast suddenly seems scared, the fear of the night that Laurens attacked her comes bubbling up. But before she can say something Sounya her fangs pierce her skin and that amazing feeling washes over her.
Sounya drinks fast and Fleur gets completly pulled under, hanging almost in Sounyas embrace, a small moan escapes her lips.
Sounya is in her neck and Fleur giggles softly. So happy to have her in her arms again.
Then she feels the lick in her neck and something is warning her. Her own beast suddenly seems scared, the fear of the night that Laurens attacked her comes bubbling up. But before she can say something Sounya her fangs pierce her skin and that amazing feeling washes over her.
Sounya drinks fast and Fleur gets completly pulled under, hanging almost in Sounyas embrace, a small moan escapes her lips.
Everything happens for a reason