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 Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 8:30 am
In a large, circular room, there are five four-poster beds with curtains to allow for some measure of privacy. Each student has a cabinet for her things and her trunk sits at the foot of her bed. There are windows that give one a view of the grounds.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 9:49 pm
Nyx gently pressed open the door with her shoulder, and entered her dorms. She went straight and a little to the right, then gently laid Isis down onto the bed.
"Ya'll stay right there, I'll somethin' to wear." The giantess Gryffindor placed a warm hand on Isis shoulder and moved down into her trunk, digging around idly for some of her smaller clothes.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 9:56 pm
Isis had remained silent the entire journey, stiffening somewhat when she heard Nyx talking to the portrait of the Fat Lady and nearly being caught and prevented from admittance. Isis would have admired the strength of the Gryffindor, carrying her all the way; she would have if she had been in the right mind to pay attention, not scared with what was about to come.
Feeling herself gently put down Isis sat up in the bed, tousled hair and worn, tired face exposing itself to view, tearstains shining in the light and dark circlets under her dulled glazed eyes, rest of her top was gone and brastraps fallen from her body. Isis hugged the robes around her breasts like a blanket, looking for all the world like she had just woken up in Nyx's bed after a supremely rough night, wrapped loosely in the blankets of Nyx's robes.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 10:03 pm
Nyx tucked her head into the trunk and pulled out one of her smaller wife beaters, then a hunter green cotton jacket hoodie. She handed them over and wiped away a few of the tear stains on Isis' face. Then with a gentle swipe of her hand, she drew the curtains so Isis could have a little privacy.
With that, she sat down on the bed next to hers and stared at the crimson curtains. She licked her lips, trying not to vision the beautiful figure currently sitting half naked in her bed. The taller girl cleared her throat suddnly, looking down at the floor.
"I know yeh don' think any'a tha stuff yeh said teh me earlier."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 10:48 pm
"Thank you..." Isis spoke quietly, voice almost inaudible as she looked down, away from the figure looming over her. Slumping weakly once the curtains were pulled shut she sighed, a quiet, depressive wind flowing through her lips as she shuffled out of the large robes to put on Nyx's clothing. They were still a little larger then she needed, but they would have to do.
"I know yeh don' think any'a tha stuff yeh said teh me earlier."
Isis' breath caught in her throat from that statement, stopping mid-tug as she began to pull the jacket over her body.
Slowly the curtained opened revealing Isis in the wifebeater, a little baggy but showing off her graceful body in a way the Ravenclaw robes could not. Pooled around to cover her legs were Nyx's robes, clutched in Isis' hands as she shook weakly, haunted eyes slowly traveling up to meet Nyx's own.
In that instant she was the epitome of heartbreak, from the bruised arms from holding herself too tightly in the night as she lurched from her sobs, the dark circlets under her eyes from little sleep filled with too many nightmares, a tiny smear of bloodstain on her cheek from her reopened cuts in her palm as she changed into the spare clothing.
For those who truly knew Isis however, it would have been the eyes which broke the heart. Dark and lacking lusture they looked nearly dead, no sparks of mischief or mirth in those deep wells of sadness and pain. Just a darkness, a deadness of exhaustion and depression, gaze hazy and unfocused, yet somehow boring into the soul.
"Why cant you just hate me and be happy..." Isis' voice cracked once that instant was over and done, breaking the silence as Isis once again looked to the floor in demure submission, absently moving a hand to tuck a few silken locks of hair behind the graceful curve of an ear, exposing a little more of her neck to view though she was turned away.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 7:27 pm
Nyx's heart literally sunk at the sight before her, but only after stopping. All injury aside, Isis looked unexplainably, fantastically sexy in her clothes. She had heard it before, betwen spouses, how they love to see each other in their clothes. The younger girl silently took in the curve of Isis' hip, and the generous amount of skin showing from the swan-like neck.
She swallowed, looking up to meet those dead eyes again. In her mind, she promised again to bring them back to life. Nyx slowly stood from her place and walked over, never once looking away from the darkened orbs. The part giant leaned over Isis' vulnerable frame, her hands gently searching her over robe. The Gryffindor made sure to brush against skin often, showing just how gentle and tender she could be.
Her hands traveled over something hard and smooth, and she shifted the cloth around a little bit to reach into one of the pockets. Nyx knelt in front of the Ravenclaw, drawing her injured hand in front of her. There was a little popping sound as the cork was removed from the vile she'd pulled from her pocket, and with a sure, caring hand she began laying droplettes over the wound.
"This 'ere is nurse Alair's. 'e said teh put it on yer hand." She gently rubbed the potion in, watching as the cut faded away into nothing. Nyx laid a kiss on that palm before looking up at Isis with serene green eyes.
"Now..." Nyx sat up on her knees and leaned forward until her face was inches from Isis'. "What yer sayin' can' happen anymore. 'cause quite frankleh, I can't hate yeh an' be happy at the same time. I can't hate yeh a'tall."
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 9:53 pm
Isis' breath hitched slightly, caught in her throat from the unexpected movements of the much larger girl. Her eyes flickered slightly between fear and sadness, unable to break the locked gaze of the Gryffindor and flinching slightly each time her skin was touched, sparks frazzling her already frayed and hypersensitive nerves causing her to jump and create and audible sharp intake of breath.
The sudden noise from the cork didnt help either, causing her to shift slightly with a tiny kick, pushing the robes away exposing the shorts she had worn underneath her robes, cloth much too hot beyond the robes she normally wore over her skin.
Isis' mind couldnt comprehend what was going on, slowed greatly and still spinning from everything that had happened in the last two days...or had it been only one? All she knew was Nyx rubbing her hand and looking at her with those caring green eyes, the ones Isis loved so much yet was so afraid to admit she truly did love...
I can't hate yeh an' be happy at the same time. I can't hate yeh a'tall.
"I...you...why...what?" Isis blinked confusedly, everything within her stopping from that statement. Nyx's face swimming in her view, encompassing everything she could see Isis couldnt break away. Her voice was soft, almost a disbelieving quiet sigh of air, unsure what was going on or of what to say.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 7:24 am
"I says I can't hate yeh t'all." Nyx gazed silently at the disheveled Ravenclaw calmly. Her face conveyed how serious she was, and how much this meant to her. "'cause I like yeh too much teh hate yeh." Green eyes cloaked, half lidded in the moment. She looked away, suddenly finding her confidence was somewhat drained. This was pretty personal stuff... If Isis, in charge of all this information, let it drop it would shatter into thousands of little pieces. Nyx would shatter.
"I know yeh got prefect duties... An' sum people woul' think you an' I bein' tegether is wrong." Nyx placed her elbows on either side of Isis, sinking down to prop her chin in her hands. The adorable gesture was all the greater because of soulful eyes that peered up at the egyptian girl from where she was. "An' we dun' hafta be tegether if yeh dun' wanna. I jus' wanna be yer friend for now, an' if yeh like me 'nuff... Well, maybe tegether?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 7:31 pm
Once again it felt like Isis' heart had stopped, along with every other necesscary organ in her body. Her mind came to a grinding halt (not that it had been moving very fast in the first place), her breath caught in her throat while her heart pondered if it should stay clutched in her chest or pound out of her body like a gunblast.
After what seemed like hours Isis took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as her hand inched forward, shakily against the fabric of the girls sheets. Working its way upward Isis' delicate fingertips grazed up the gryffindor's arm, then face, up to stroke through her hair, tucking the stray locks away and looking into her eyes.
"Nyx...all I want to do is be with you." she murmured weakly, a hand drifting back down to inch its way under the palm of Nyx's much larger hand. "I just...I'm scared to make that comitment. I dont want one of us hurt because of the other, and what would we do if the Slytherins found out? We'd never hear the end of it.."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 8:35 pm
Nyx leaned into the touches, finding them very comfortable and calming. A small purr brushed past her lips, rumbling over them. She slowly opened her eyes, green orbs relaxed and gentle.
The large hand folded around it's counterpart, gently rubbing a thumb across a smooth knuckle. Nyx stared up at her silently, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. All she wanted to do... Was be with her? That was by far better than what she had been expecting.
"S'alrigh' teh be scared. I mean..." A soft, charming smile slipped across her lips. "Yeah, s'alrigh'. Yeh'd be kinna weird if yeh weren't, ya'know?" Nyx shifted and climbed up on the bed. Her body curled around Isis', with her head laid gently next to her thigh. "As fer hurtin'... I get inteh fights as it'tis... Yeh'd be worth fightin' fer. Yeh'd be worth more than theh hurt. An' the Slytherins? They c'n go suck themselves." Nyx smiled crookedly, looking unintentionally sexy and feminine while lying there. A stray whisp of hair fell from her pony tail and dropping onto her forehead.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 9:00 pm
Oh no...once again that rare instance had presented itself, the one where Isis could look at this girl and she would look completely, wholly different while seemingly the exact same...the beautiful alluring female Nyx had yet to realise she could be.
Chuckling quietly for a moment brought a smile to her face from Nyx's statement about the Slytherins, waiting until she quieted before she spoke, face sad and serious once more.
"Nyx...I...I've been a lesbian for quite a long time, I was just never brave enough to admit it to anyone before." Isis said as a blush stained her face, reaching down to caress that beautiful feminine face and the hair away lightly. "Even if you do think I'm...I'm worth fighting for, that doesnt mean I want for it to happen. I dont like seeing you hurt."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 9:28 pm
Nyx grabbed Isis' hand and held it against her cheek and gently nuzzling into it. She never broke eye contact with the lovely girl, listening calmly to every word she said. I really wish she wouldn't keep saying stuff like this... I can't keep coming up with counters!
"Well..." Nyx put on her 'thinking face', considering something to respond with. "When I'm with yeh, no one has picked a fight. An' it's been an entire day." The brunette nodded slowly, still scrambling for something to say. "So... Yeh keep me from fightin' physically by keepin' ev'ryone else at bay. An' no one can hit meh where it count's. They can 'urt me there... But s'the thing. That can heal."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 9:51 pm
Squeezing and caressing Nyx's cheek gently Isis' eyes lit up, face blooming into a full happy smile from the girls words. Maybe she was right, maybe they were each other's shields...what Isis couldnt do physically Nyx could, and if anyone tried to throw a hex her way Isis would be around to toss up a shield and maybe refract the jinx back to its owner.
Isis still had her doubts, to be sure...but she would fight them if it meant she could be with this girl. She would just have to take it slow.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 10:02 pm
There we go! Nyx grinned. That face usually meant an agreement, universal in it's agreeing ways. The taller girl sat up and wrapped her arms around Isis, happily nuzzling her shoulder. Absently, she noted how nice it was to feel Isis in her clothes. The younger girl chuckled softly, giving a gentle squeeze.
"We'll be careful, a' first. They c'n figure it out by themselves as we go 'long... Yeah." Nyx breathed in slowly, enjoying the scent of Isis and herself mingling. "Mmmmm..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 10:09 pm
Being wrapped up in those arms just made the world feel so...so...right. Isis melted into them completely, pressing her body into the other girl and wrapping her arms around Nyx tightly, too afraid to let go.
If she woke up in Ravenclaw Towers...
"I'm so sorry for everything I said and did in the hospital wing...I didnt want to hurt you, I just was too afraid to take this way...your not stupid Nyx, your not slow and...oh Nyx..." Isis said, nearly breaking down into tears again as she buried her face in the taller girls arms, curling perfectly to fit snuggled close next to Nyx.
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