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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 7, 2017 19:53:20 GMT
Her heavy breaths tickled his chin and the hairs of the beard which still called for shaving. He didn’t pull away. The smile that crossed her features, tempered in comparison to others she’d worn, caused his own to slowly turn the corner of his lips. Not so easily broken was a fair description. He knew little of her history, but even in watching her lose one mount, then her ranch, then face down someone who’d been responsible, then deal with the ball… She was strong. That strength was something he admired her for. He swallowed before responding. “I know you aren’t.”
His eyes followed her hands, as they fell from his chest to his fingers. He was a little hesitant at first to loosen his grip on her clothing, painfully aware of every little contact with her in those moments. And yet, he allowed their fingers to link together. Connor’s attention returned to her face, as soon as she spoke. Again, a shadow seemed to cross his face for a moment. The inclination to brush off the truth was so engrained, he really had to consider to avoid it. “There’s....” The voices, were those something to mention? The euphoria? “There’s a little more, about how it affects me. But it isn’t pressing.” Expecting to see her expression change he added quickly, nodding toward the bedroom as she sought to take his other hand, “I’ll tell you, once we sit”
He followed easily as made their way toward the bedroom. In the moments where she released, he lowered himself to sit at the foot of the bed. Surprise caused his brows to arch with her next question. “Easier?” He parroted it back, as if testing the words. His hands ran from his knees, to his thighs from where he sat. Slowly, he shook his head. “I don’t want you to go.” Selfish, but at least he was open about it this time. He cast her a small, tempered smile. “Until we figure out… what to do. Alright? I won’t go either.” He still regretted her feeling that way, as though she’d been pushing him out. “You haven’t been, you’re not, pushing me out.”
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Oct 7, 2017 20:26:34 GMT
He would tell her more when they sat. Well, that wasn't ominous at all. She pursed her lips but didn't reply and once he had sat down on the bed Solara finished removing her pants so that she wouldn't get the bed filthy. Once she was free of the dirty clothing and once again just in Connor's borrowed shirt she sat on the bed with him, a little behind with her legs crossed and palms of her hands pressing down against the blanket. "What to do..." She repeated and chewed on her lip for a moment before continuing. "I don't want to die." She said slowly, a statement that didn't really need to be made. Even for Connor she didn't want to die. She was willing to play with fire as they apparently had been already. But the possibility did scare her. She was immortal but even for an immortal she wasn't very old and one hundred of those years had been spent asleep.
"And you need have a home, Connor. Even if I'm not pushing you out intentionally I am just by being here. Because you don't want to hurt me." She reached out to give his shoulder a light squeeze. "I can camp at my ranch and spend a few nights at the inn in the next town over. It is going to take a long time for my ranch to rebuilt, I cant stay here and keep you from relaxing in your own home forever. I'm a big girl." She tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, softer words coming then. "...you don't need to feel responsible for me, Connor. You are my friend, not my keeper or spouse." A small nod was given then as if she had decided. "Tomorrow- well, today I suppose. I'll relocate." She would be relieved to get away from the castle anyway. But she would miss those moments when Connor did hang around. When she could fall asleep snuggled against the warmth of his chest, feeling safe and secure in a way she hadn't since her youth.
But it was what it was. It couldn't be changed.
Her grip on his shoulder loosed and her hand curled back to her where she would rub her sore ankle. Pursuing her lips together before she spoke again. "You said there was more." She said slowly, hesitant to find out even more. She wasn't sure just how many revelations she could handle in one morning. "I'm ready to hear it." But was she really? Her chest felt tight, her emotions still running the thin line between overwhelming and numb. She felt as if she were on the brink. Of what she didn't know. But it was like that moment before you leap, holding your breath as you felt the free fall and just hoping you hit something soft.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 7, 2017 20:56:30 GMT
“I don’t want you to either.” The slowness of her statement was followed with his words coming quickly. He’d been alive for far longer than she, longer than Justus. Among many of their people, he was one of the oldest. That came with a price, in his case. And his willingness, his desire for her to avoid paying any such price for her own Immortality, or for being around him, was intense. His dark eyes lingered on her from where she’d perched nearby. She was far from blurry with moisture, this time, and yet, he found his chest feeling a little constricted.
Connor didn’t shy away from the touch on her shoulder, even as his lips pressed together. What was he to say? Was he to push the issue, knowing the way she felt? To act selfishly, still, when she know understood the risk of dealing with him? And then there was the matter of the men, the ones who had perpetrated the crime against her, which had seemed to vanish from the surface of the earth. He shifted slightly, facing her more directly. “I understand if you don’t want to be here. If it’s too much now.” It was his turn for his words to fall slowly. “But I am concerned about your safety there. Will you at least allow me to post someone nearby?” A body-guard of sorts. That was perhaps an abuse of power on his part, but certainly not out of the question given her former status as a noble. Even if she rescinded it, even if she loathed it… The option was available. Even then, a single man would do little against a well placed strike. His brushed over hers at his shoulder. This was a difficult problem to grapple. If the culprits had vanished so easily, he fully anticipated their reappearance could also come with ease. “I’m not doing it because I feel responsible. I’m doing it because I want to make sure you’re safe.”
Her hand fell away, settling over her ankle. The Commander’s brows briefly drew together, watching her motions with her fingers. He started to reach out, wanting to brush his fingers over the soft skin that seemed perhaps a little swollen, but then dropped his hand. Again, he raked his fingers through his hair, eyes flicking back and forth from her face, to the air in the room as he eased into the other explanation. He just hoped… the worst was already done. “My immortality is bound to the use of my ability.” That was easy enough. “I’ve tried over the centuries, avoiding it. Avoiding people. Every time I refrain from it, the years creep up on me. Nothing to see, but everything that I feel. It gets hard to move, I fatigue, it gets difficult to hold a blade…” The man shook his head. “And there’s another affect..” His expression looked a little stormy, before he schooled it. “I don’t understand it. I never have. But every time it happens,” he practically glared at his hands, where they’d dropped to his lap, “it feels good. Euphoric. Like being drunk at first… But then it’s unpleasant. Like I’m carrying around thoughts, memories, that aren’t mine.” The final admission was the hardest, even more so than telling her he’d put her at risk. It clearly came with a great deal of reluctance, certainly not even something he’d told any of the others who did discern the nature of his ability. Or anyone for that matter. Again, his palms ran down his thighs to his knees, then back up. Silence stretched on as he grappled with the phrasing, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “They… talk to me, sometimes. Jumble with my own. I’ve found that drinking helps quiet them, well enough, though.”
It was a long moment after that before he looked to meet her eyes.
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Oct 7, 2017 21:37:28 GMT
Solara visibly bristled at the idea of having a guard following her around. Her jaw set she turned her gaze down to the bedspread. "You know the answer to that already." She wasn't trying to be difficult. But she wasn't willing to tolerate the watchful eyes of one of his men just to be 'safe'. If the men did return she assumed they could easily outnumber the one guard anyway. It would only be a brief delay of the inevitable. "I'll be fine. They might assume I'm dead anyway. It wasn't like he was talking." Her shoulders rose in a shrug. Her words meant just as much to reassure him as herself. The hint of a blush returned to her cheeks at his kind words. Her head dipping and a small smile lingering there. "I am."
She wasn't though. She was far from safe even here with Connor. But it felt better than speaking the alternative. He delved into an explanation then as promised from before. Solara didn't look up from where her thumb rolled back and forth over a small scratch on her creamy skin. He had to use his ability to stay alive? But from what he said it wasn't a willing act but one that happened spontaneously. His immortality truly wore a price. She was quiet as she rolled his words around in her mind. But there was more. "...you can feel it?" She ask softly. "When they die?" A painful constriction of her throat. When I die? No, no she couldn't let herself think that way. Be so negative. She could have left, he would have allowed it she assumed if she pushed the subject. But here she still sat, unwilling to give up this connection that meant so much to her. He meant so much to her.
Euphoric. She looked up at him then, her dark eyes boring into the back of his head as the shock settled into her stomach like a stone. But that wasn't all of it, it felt good at first but then it went horribly. He had memories from them, he said. Heard their voices. Solara's ability was, by all means, a very tame one. Connor's though sounded more like a curse. Something that twisted around his soul and altered his very being. "That sounds...horrible." Horrible was lacking in what she wanted to convey but in that moment her thoughts weren't incredibly clear. To think that he carried all of this around with him, in his head. All those people. The constant risk that he could kill anyone he touched. She didn't pity him. Connor wasn't a man that needed anyone's pity, not from her perspective at least. But she did feel for him and fear what he could do to her at the same time.
She slowly moved forward, her dark eyes meeting his own briefly before she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, turning her head to the side she hunkered against his back. Her arms pulling her flush against him. She didn't know what to say in the face of what he had told her. She wasn't the most eloquent when it came to speech. Her cheek rested against the back of his neck and her arms held him loosely. "I'm not great with words...but, your secret is safe with me Commander." A few calming breaths passed as her mind spun around the events of the morning. "....thank you for telling me." He could have ignored her and told her nothing but instead he had let her in. And that meant a lot to her.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 7, 2017 22:30:56 GMT
Her stubborn behavior rivalled his own. “Alright.” The concession took a lot out of him but again, his thoughts circled back. There was nothing he could do, when putting her at risk through living with him stood a greater chance of killing her. This would have to be it, the way they dealt with it. At the least, in some ways, it was better than her leaving in an angry huff for feeling things that weren’t even her own fault. For him to maintain the right to being selfish would’ve been a disservice… when she knew. A small exhalation of breath, his eyes lingering on her face as he watched the lingering flush there. “I know.” Safety, was of course, relative with that statement.
Then came the explanation. Her silence stretched on as she listened with rapt attention, something he noticed even as he kept averting his eyes. The soft, strained tone of her question caused any words which would jump as an explanation to snag as they left his lips. Not quiet a stammer, but more like a pause, a breath of starting to say something, and another pause. Finally, he settled for a nod, and his own soft tone. “Yes. It happens when the sickness peaks.” His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, as he watched her eyes from where they gazed at her knee.
And then, after he’d continued speaking, her gaze abruptly met his. He couldn’t imagine what considerations were going on in her mind, hearing this. Another small nod, and a calm accepting look met her words. Slowly, a dry, humorless smile twisted his lips. “I’d sure as hell like to know what I did to so royally piss the Goddess off. I hope it was good, for the hand she dealt me.” Flippant a comment, maybe. But you didn’t carry such a burden without some modicum of humor. Speaking of which, a small quip fell from his lips at the thought. “That’s how I tamed the mare, by the way. Animals smell it on me, but aren’t affected.”
Softness moved against his body a moment later, when her arms settled around him and she pulled her body close against him. He was almost stricken in that moment by the simple, pleasant quality that the warmth of her touch brought. He felt the vibration of her speech against his spine, when she spoke. In response, his hands lightly settled over her own where they’d wrapped around his form, moments later beginning to trace loose patterns over her skin. “Thank you. For understanding. For staying for now.” His words were quiet.
For nearly a minute after, silence stretched on from Connor. Presumably, he was thinking. And then, seeming to reach some conclusion, he shifted slowly. At first away, gently pulling her hands off of his skin. But then he turned, snagging them again in his own as he sought to gently ease her onto her back, trapping her between his his arms. It was with a warmth, a hunger rivalling her own, that his lips captured hers. He kissed her like that for several moments, as if he were a man drowning and she were the last source of water; urgent, warm, needy kisses. It was only when he wanted a breath that he pulled back, and cracked one of his charming smiles. “So, how long have you been wearing my shirts while I’ve been out?” Was it poor taste for him to kiss her then, with them both knowing well the risks? Probably. Was it equally in poor taste for him to tease her given what she’d just learned? Well, that was Connor. You had to find humor in things to live with your burdens.
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Oct 7, 2017 22:54:52 GMT
His humor was a nice break from the heavy conversation and grin tugged at her lips. "One of your conquests in another life perhaps." She was hardly one to put much stock in things/beings she couldn't see. But she knew that many found a comfort in them, a belonging. He had tamed the mare with his ability. How truly fitting. "Well I'm glad you won't kill her...even if you did cheat." No one else had been able to break her, but no one else had used magic either. His humor although a gallant attempt soon faded away. The seriousness of the situation left little room for anything but.
She didn't pull away after his thanks, if anything she snuggled closer. But then Connor was pulling away and she allowed it. He turned an moved over her. Pushing her back onto the bed gently and seizing her lips. She didn't resist, she longed for this even as she knew it could be the death of her. Her lips met his own and her hands slipped over his torso, a soft sigh slipped past her lips as she sank into the bliss that was Connor. But then he broke away and her dark eyes opened, appearing almost sleepy although what she was feeling was much different than sleep. “So, how long have you been wearing my shirts while I’ve been out?” Her eyes opened wide and a deep flush came to her cheeks and next. "I haven't!" She declared quickly, a direct contradiction to what she was wearing. A pause when she realized this before she looked away and off to the side.
"I meant I haven't before today, I forgot to wash my clothes and yours were there so I just...." She looked back at him then and in an attempt to twist the conversation around on him she spoke again. "Next time I'll just waltz around the castle naked. I'm sure a few of your men wouldn't mind the entertainment." Of course that point was null and void. She was leaving in just a few hours to head back toward her ranch. For good. The thought of such hit her and she frowned momentarily before forcing the thoughts away and replacing the negative with a coy smile. Her hips rocked up against the commander temptingly, her fingers falling to work at the clasp of his pants.
"If it means so much to you I'm sure you could convince me to remove it." She said with a teasing smirk.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 8, 2017 1:07:53 GMT
A conquest in another life? He actually laughed at that, a hearty, amused sound. It was quite the contrast to the gravelly tone he’d had only a short while before. It also helped him feel better, considering that. “I hadn’t considered that. That must be it.” Shaking his head slightly, he paused when her quip came about the mare. The imposing Commander looked a little… embarrassed. But it only lasted a moment.
The air in the room was oppressive, with so much having been laid out. To seek refuge in her touch, her body, was a reprieve from it all. He was relieved when she met his enthusiasm with her own. Connor relished in the feeling of her mouth meeting his, her fingers exploring his skin. When he’d pulled back, and her eyes had opened at his question, his charming grin evolved into a broad smirk. He loved getting the rise out of her, seeing the blush rising so darkly in her face. It was almost a treat. “Mighty convenient of you, to forget to wash your clothes right when I get back.” He teased, tone mild. And then, when her quip followed about the potentiality of her streaking nude through the castle, his amused look changed slightly – a little more prideful. “It’s a fortunate thing that I can order them to not look, isn’t it?” With that, he bowed his face, placing several small kisses from her collarbone downward, pausing only to nip her flesh lightly with his teeth as he reached the top of the shirt. A small, rumbling sound escaped his chest when her hips rocked upward to his own, her fingers falling to his pants then.
She was a bold woman. That was another thing he enjoyed about her. His hand shifted down then, grasping the hand which had fallen to his pants in favor of pinning it beside her head. His other moved a moment later, edging her face toward his own. His words fell low, a soft murmur. “So be it. I’ll do my best to be persuasive.” With that, he pressed his hips to hers, and bowed his head to meet her lips, once again savoring the contact.
[Fade to black]
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