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Post by Talbot Linsorim on Jun 22, 2006 14:26:39 GMT -5
(( OOC: to those who join this is my disclaimer. be aware the infection of the madman gene is catchy and without sacrafice of one bit of self or another one cannot escape the madman gene.))
Sitting alone in the library, Talbot stared at the book before her- she had holed up in here since the manifestation and had been desperatly trying to find a way out- a cure, be it by death or potion. Something must be able to rid her of her father's curse.
She had to use her time wisely before the next surge of madness kept her from finding what she needed to know- discovering what she desperatly wanted to know to stop this.
She had hurt so many in that short time- she didn't want to do it again, didn't want to hurt Joseph or Ziare- never again. Tears welled down her face as Zula squeeked softly to her and as Mikon set another book down. Both were quick to forgive their ward- though neither thruely came close enough for long enough than a few minutes. The fear and concern they eminated- made her fear hurting anyone more.
Flipping madly through her book, she scrbbled a few more notes before looking at her hands- she still had some caked blood and dirt on her flesh. She hadn't brushed her hair, hadn't changed her clothing- it was guarenteed she had ground dirt and old blood into the chair she rested on. She was a miserable sight- she knew it but she could not worry about such things now.
Seizing another book, Talbot continued reading.
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Post by Midnight on Jun 22, 2006 16:14:18 GMT -5
"Talbot..." came the utterly exhausted voice of Joseph as he stood a few bookcases away looking upon her. His skin still stained with the mixture of their blood, and his own swet, he appeared very unkempt. Though, having taken the extra effort any spec of foreign liquid that had been on his revolver was wiped away. He strode forward slowly, stopping after a few steps, unsure of himself. What could he possibly say to her? The gunmage knew d**n well she would be reluctant to accept his affections or his comfort now. Yet...he still had to give it somehow. His strode forward once more, his expression though weary, gave off as much sympathy as it could msuter.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on Jun 23, 2006 14:09:09 GMT -5
She looked up at her name and her heart instantly began to fracture. His face was still stained, she could see the gleam of sweat on his skin, he hadn't been through his rituals of cleaning- same as she.Even his uniform was a disgrace- but he still wore no gloves. Talbot shifted in her seat, bowed her head, her eyes on the pages of the book but not moving. Mikon chittered softly, though it was harsh, and returned to finding books on the higher shelves. Zula hopped to the edge of the table and onto his shoulder, she nuzzled under his chin, 'We are happy to see you again, Gunmage', then sprang back to the table to return to skimming the books before her.
Talbot couldn't look up at him, her heart slammed against her chest- she wished quietly time would rewind. If only to be back on their date- with the moon and, she shook her tangled hair. Her voice gave none of her worry, she didn't want to hurt him anymore than she had, "I don't want pity."
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Post by Midnight on Jun 23, 2006 16:42:13 GMT -5
Standing at her side now, Joseph looked down on her with moistened eyes. He knew not why, but his chest ached. Her comment stinging his eyes, flecks of unnatural color in them now. Shutting them he took a deep breath. The gunmage knew how much seeing him now in this state, knowing she was the cause, hurt her. Still, it had been decided how he felt. His emotions had solidified within him, forming a spiritual suit of armor against doubt. Opening his eyes, a less weary expression crossed his face. "I bring you none." he said softly. Though his hand was still stained with their blood, he knew it wouldn't matter as he reach out and placed it against the tightened flesh of her shoulder. "What I bring," he began kneeling down next to her so he could see her face, "...is my love."
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on Jun 24, 2006 14:59:36 GMT -5
Mikon dropped another book onto the table, Zula opened it and began reading. Talbot's eyes remained on the page, she knew- she felt the tears welling in her eyes. Her heart was breaking apart, falling into the darkness her soul had taken on. She didn't deserve his affection, her heart ached at his words, throat tightened as if someone was stealing the water from her body- "Joseph-"
She lifted her gray eyes to meet his blue, meeting them- she moved, touching his face. Holding his face in her hands as she stared into his tainted eyes. Pulses of green began to dip and swell in her gray eyes, recognizing the feel of the empath bond- she closed her eyes, cyan tears streamed down her face. Opening her eyes again, one eye completely green the other gray, she held his face still, "How can you bring something so precious to someone who's done so much harm?"
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Post by Midnight on Jun 24, 2006 18:19:51 GMT -5
Joseph remained silent a moment. Even though he was specifically here to comfort her, she had place her hand to his cheek in the most comforting of manners. Feeling his own weariness fall away from her touch he wondered what he could possibly say. The gunmage stared into her altered eyes with his equally tainted organs...and had his answer.
Joseph moved forward his other hand finding it's way to her waist as he looked up into his eyes, his own glistening. When he spoke however, there was no sadness, only fondness. "Because," he began feeling the flecks in his eyes gathering, "From the moment I first saw you, I knew I wanted you- wanted to be with you. At first you refused to let me in, but that only made me try harder. Then once you finally open up to me I see the nature of your curse, and feel it through mine...but Talbot, that only makes me love you more. I want you, all of you. Happiness and sorrow- pain and pleasure. Let me help you. Let me...love you."
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on Jun 24, 2006 23:50:32 GMT -5
Blue tears trailed down her face, his honesty- the feeling of his words. Her lower lip trembled- but only on one side. The other side held a porcilin smile. A delighted glory shined in the emerald eye, a proclaimation of love was exactly what she need for a champion, for a lord. He was indeed an ideal specimin for a god to her goddess. Her nails dug into his flesh, drawing lines of blood- the once gray eye had faded into green. A half mad smile corrupted her face, before he could move, before he could exhale and realize the change had happen, her lips met his, lightly softly- a kiss of pure affection and love. As tendrils of influnces barraging the empath, teasing with great influce with promises of love and eternity.
Softly a tune began to ring around them, sounding faint and almost as a lullabye would but this was no lullabye he should not have wanted to hear. The song off essence to the curse- the reasoning and power behind it. As the demon child sews, stealing energy as she goes, taking power from the weak, and making it her own.
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Post by Midnight on Jun 25, 2006 20:37:04 GMT -5
Joseph's eyes were soft at first, feeling her kiss. It was almost just like that night back on their date. Then his empathy wailed. He felt the tendrils of power flowing into him, through him. His eyes widened as the gene's whispers gave promises of undying affection, love eternal. The flecks in his eyes began to gather in spots on his irises. He wanted Talbot, problems and all. Could giving into this part of her truely keep them together in love forever? If that were true, would anything else really matter. Would anyone else really matter?
The flecks began to form a solid shape...a cross. A green cross formed on the blue of Joseph's each iris. The feelings flowing into him were so warm, so...unrestrained. His eyelids drooped half shut as he pressed back against her. Their kiss grew more passionate, more forcefull. Their breathing heavied, their embrace becoming feircer. The crosses in Joseph's eyes were rotating slowly. His hands dipped under Talbot's legs. Picking her up by her thighs, the entranced gunmage set her on the table, the force of their kissing so hard that their lips actually whitened from the pressure.
Finally pulling back his swirling green crosses stared into her green orbs. "My goddess..." he muttered huskily then surged forward uncontrolably kissing her neck. Yes, what did it matter? Who possibly mattered other than the Goddess of Death and her beloved God of Oblivion. One Joseph's back the emblam burned hotly...but he didn't notice.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on Jun 26, 2006 12:32:59 GMT -5
Such an interesting effect on the empath, it only proved his worth. The effect was always different with each being, but this- the crosses only encouraged and solidified he was to be her champion. She shifted slightly on the books she sat on, his lips at her neck she shivered slightly and sighed. Fingers gripping his chin, lifting his head, their eyes meeting. She studied his appearence, her lips tightened, "Unacceptable, My Champion."
Using his chin she guided him back, she slid off the table, her skirts flaring as her feet touched the floor, she walked him towards the book borders. Mikon and Zula both chittering worridly as the pace of my moving forward too quick for the empath, he trips and falls to the floor- though it was her intention to make him fall. She turned away from him, crossing her arms, "If you are truely my champion, you will clean yourself up. I will not be seen with a slovenly Lord."
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Post by Midnight on Jun 26, 2006 22:16:30 GMT -5
Joseph was unphased as he caught himself by the hands. The force of the fall almost knocked his glasses off, but as the gunmage slowly stood he slid them back up his nose. Straightening out his suit at least, he stared across at the form of his goddess. Striding forward he rested his hands on her upper arms. "One must appear as nothing less than a visage of perfection when they are a god. My goddess, will you come to form this visage with me? Then consectrate our ascention in our flesh?" he said speaking cooly, deeply. Truely his voice had changed with the portrait of his eyes.
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