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 Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 5:35 pm
He gave a soft noise, half sigh, half whine, when she didn't pull away, The path she was intent on following was a dark and dangerous one. If she wanted to do it alone... then, the only thing he could do was to remind her what she had here. How many people loved her.
How he loved her.
He pressed his stitched lips against her forehead gently before resting his own against her's.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 6:35 pm
Amrita relaxed against him, closing her eyes as she felt the stitched lips on her forehead and soon his cold flesh against hers. Sometimes it was hard for her to remember the people who loved her, especially now with her world in so much pain, and right now this was exactly what she needed. It was a shocking realization, but it was there.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap." She offered, tired but honest. "I'm just...so frustrated. I have so much energy and I just..." She didn't know what to do with it all, and so she defaulted to her pain and the need to share how she felt with those responsible. A twisted hand raised, cupping his mismatched cheek.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 6:43 pm
He gave a soft noise in his throat, eyes closed a moment as he felt that hand against his cheek. Physical touch was few and far between for him- Barth was always busy sleeping and slacking off or being coddled by Calder- Calder had gone through so much change recently he barely felt like the old friend he knew. He spent more time babysitting the kelpi than actually spending time with his friend. Others had... forgotten him. Or were wary of him, didn't trust him and his anger. The rest just saw a dumb, mute Igor to be ignored until he could be ordered about.
But Amrita... Amrita had always seen him. And he was grateful. Too grateful to ever express it back to her.
She wanted her space from him. She had... something with that Aymet boil. Something he didn't know or understand, but certainly didn't like, but he didn't want to give her that space. He wanted to cling on, keep her there to remind him of his individuality, of a purpose to his life beyond being a servant.
He gently moved her hair out of her face, unsure of what to say, just happy to drink in her eyes- eye. It always needed repair, but... that was just part of her. The beauty of exposed anatomy. They had all changed so much in their time here... he wondered if he had changed much at all.
He wanted to help her. However she would have him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 7:42 pm
His fingers brushed through her hair and she found herself shivering. Touch was something she wasn't quite used to anymore; she loved it, but she had been distancing herself from everyone she knew in an attempt to protect them. It had denied her something important, but it was the price she paid. Even such a simple touch was overwhelming in the best of ways. Her eye lidded to a near close again, viewing him through slight, rather content slits.
Her sense of smell was all but non-existent and yet she still managed to catch his scent; the familiar mix of blood, sweat and formaldehyde. The sharp but somehow sweet scent of preservatives that she had come to know and love. Despite her request for space and despite the hurt that she had felt, her deeper feelings for him were still there, buried deep down. There were plenty of instances where he wasn't there when she needed him, but afterwords he was almost always there to pick up the pieces, to mend her in a way nobody else could. Even now, despite it all, his mere presence was a balm to temporary ease the sting of her own dark thoughts.
Amrita's head tilted slightly, giving only a moment of hesitation before she leaned in just enough to brush her lips against his.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 8:02 pm
Christof flinched at first before breathing a sigh, his more slender human sized hand moving to cup the back of her neck while his clawed slid around the curve of her back, stumbling forward with enough force to bump the workbench behind them, sending tools clattering to the cold cement floor.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 8:30 pm
Suddenly his weight was on her, and she found herself stumbling backwards until she backed roughly into something heavy. Not even the protective circle of Christof's arm could buffer the yelp of pain as she was pushed back against the work bench, her grip on him tightening in shock. It wasn't only her arm that was hurt; the bandages extended down, under the hoody and loose tank top to wrap securely around her injured stomach. The sudden jolt had simply been too much for her, but already the tense grip on his arm was fading fast.
"I'm okay, I'm okay---" She insisted breathlessly, trying to convince them both.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 8:39 pm
He recoiled immediately at the yelp, his hands letting go as though worried it had been his fault- it had been, really. He gave a nervous, questioning whine before turning to quickly drag over a chair for her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 8:20 am
Just like that, his arms left her. It was sobering, and lonely enough to make her gaze drop to the ground. Christof turned away from her then, and she gave a small sigh before looking over her shoulder to grab the first thing she could reach on the work bench. It was sharp, she could tell that much, but as to what it really was she had no idea. When she heard the wail of the chair against the ground she looked up from the sharp tool in her hand.
"I'm okay, really." She insisted, her gaze moving from the hunchback to the chair and then back again. "I don't need to sit down."
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:10 am
Another concerned whine, and that glassy look back in his eyes as he set the chair down. "Sorry," He signed meekly. His heart was still throbbing, his body still... excited from their moment of passion.
But it would do no good to accidentally injure her further.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 12:00 pm
"Don't be." The sharp tool was turned in her hands, fidgeted between her twisted palms. "I'm okay, really. The bench just..." She trailed off, not really sure what word she wanted to use. In the end she just didn't finish her sentence again, and instead looked at the chair. That glossy-eyed look of his was something she recognized, and something that tugged at her heart. A reminder of the time before all the confusion and suffering. A time she sorely missed. The hurt was still lingering, as was the loneliness that plagued her...even if she could have a few minutes of respite...
"Why don't you sit?" She suggested after a moment of thought, gesturing towards the piece of furniture with the sharp tool she still held. He had spent the time bringing it over, after all.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 5:30 pm
His brows furrowed in confusion- he wasn't the one that should be taking it easy, should be resting and mending... at this point, she could do with a few whole series of replacements and upgrades, but he wasn't about to press it.
He did as he was told, easing into the metal folding chair.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 5:59 pm
Christof sat down, and for a moment she bit her lip, mentally warring with herself. She wanted to...but she shouldn't, right? She still wasn't looking to get into a relationship, especially one she broke off of for a mental break, and it was too easy for this to be misunderstood. Yet she still wanted to at least be close to him, to feel how she felt moments before when he hugged her, and whatever panned out after that, well...
Currently, she was selfish. Incredibly selfish. She was hurting and wanted to feel better, even for a couple of minutes. Anything that happened after would be dealt with when it happened.
"You worry too much." Amrita insisted softly, moving forward to place one knee on the metal ledge just beside his thigh. She leaned forward, if only to make him lean back or straighten up for a little bit. "I'm not fragile." She continued, holding his shoulder with the same hand that still held the sharp-edged tool and shifting her weight enough to bring her other knee up, onto the other ledge by his other thigh.
"You don't have to treat me like glass." Amrita finished, saying something she had recalled saying dozens of times before, but never like this.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 7:37 pm
He straightened up as much as the hunchback was able as the vitala climbed onto his lap. His face flushed in patches, not only from the close proximity, but to the sudden darker edge her voice had taken. He had never heard her speak like that.
She of course was not fragile... but her body was. And she felt the pain her body felt until she stepped out of it, that much was clear... that train of thought was cut short as she leaned over him.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 8:19 pm
Little did he know - and she would not tell him - that her current injuries were sustained while she was in her natural form, and would likely haunt her from one body to the next until they healed. Even if he cornered her about it, she would deny it to her death which, sadly, was probably closer than either of them knew.
Amrita looked down at him, searching his mismatched eyes, sliding her hand through his hair. She leaned in again, this time with less hesitation than the last time, and pressed her lips against his.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 8:41 pm
He sighed softly, his own hand reaching up to the side of her face as he kissed back as best as he was able. His eyes closed, breathing in the scent of her. She was here... really here in his work shop with him and she was alright and she would be alright and it didn't matter. Maybe if he could distract her- remind her what she would lose if she continued her quest for vengeance....
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