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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 7, 2010 23:24:24 GMT -8
((OOC; FORWARD DATES TO AFTER 'QUEEN OF BLADES' EVENT))
The morning sun was dancing through the crack in the curtains. An overall nice place, i was a small apartment, but nicely furnished. Like a room in a mansion almost, if you take out the fact there where guns and various other weapons lining the walls. The morning was calm and cool, probably a little cooler then most as summer was transitioning into fall. Inside the room was a fan, blasting air into the room. It was definitely a night for covers. Speaking of the bed, it was white....embroidered white fabric to match the blue and gold furnishings.
Sitting back in the nice arm chair, she had kicked her bandaged legs up on the bed. Her feet were covered in small socks, but aside from that, only small openings in the bandages showed her legs. Other then that she wore a simple Chinese style shirt over matching pj shorts. Her arms and neck where like wise bandaged, as well as her eyes. Around her neck was a small cross necklace with black jewels and her hair was tied up in half up half down style with various braids through out it. Her hair had gotten longer, much much longer since she had seen him last. Long silver locks touched the floor from where she sat. Much had changed since he had last seen her. Her cane was leaning against her chair as she had various cleaning supplies sprawled at the end of the bed.
As to who had not seen her in along time...well he was on the bed. She had stripped his clothes and placed them conveniently out of his sight. She had also taken the precaution to chain him to the bed with regular hand cuffs....plain rusted copper ones. Breaking them would hurt. No one wanted rust in their veins. Bastilles smirk grew as she continues to clean the side of her small caliber shotgun....which was obviously fully loaded.
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Post by David B. on Sept 7, 2010 23:37:37 GMT -8
David's eyes opened slowly, a small margin of pain coursing through his muscles. He took a breath. His blurry eyes could not make sense of his surroundings, recognition not forthcoming. He blinked a few times, the girl sitting at the end of his bed finally coming into view. Now, David was not one for surprises, but seeing his Girlfriend (ex?) Sitting there did indeed get an eyebrow raise from him. He looked down at himself, noticing the fact that he was completely naked with nothing within view or reach to cover himself. It was a tactic he would have used to humiliate an enemy, though David never thought of himself as hers. He cracked his neck, letting out a little breath as he stretched his legs.
Looking up, he tugged lightly on the cuffs, listening to the rattle. Easy to break. Rusty though. Smart. He let them hang, not bothering trying to be embarrassed as she stared at him in his nude glory. He smirked rather obnoxiously. She thought she had him on the vantage, but David was always one to be flippant when in a situation which he did not control.
"Take a picture, it will last you longer, especially since i'll never know when you might vanish without a trace again."
He would roll his right shoulder, the burning he had felt leaving the skin tingling. He wondered how she had got him there, blurry images of his past 8 hours flashing through his head. He wondered what ever happened to those at the school, but focused most of his attention on the girl who clean the gun rather methodically, as though she meant to use it on him. Perhaps she would...he waited, letting her play this out to her own device.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 7, 2010 23:49:33 GMT -8
She smirked. Clever.....
"I tried to call..." She said with a thick British accent, showing he had obviously spent some time back home.
"Tried to tell you I wouldn't be home for dinner darling." Was that a little venom in her voice. She looked up, although her eyes where still not visible- thank you bandages, and let her smirk show in full force. She cocked the gun then set it to the side. Pulling her long hair over her shoulder she then folded her arms and raised a brow. The chair she was in felt good, and she was over all way to glad he had been waking up. Two hours ago he had seemed to be conscious only to surprise her with turning over and obviously being asleep. Bastille had sighed and grumbled. Now she sat back looking at him in his full glory- indeed. Still well endowed, although she would never ever let herself get further then thinking that. this was supposed to be an argument, not a make up.
It was her fault though, she always left without a word. But it had been better that way. If she had been smart last night she would have helped Calvin then left without a second glance. She would be leaving again soon.....but Blaze always kept her thinking twice about her games. She had never played the vengeful ex before...it had sounded like fun. But she knew deep down that was NOT the reason she had struggled to drag him home last night. But alas, her smirk would never let those thoughts out.
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Post by David B. on Sept 13, 2010 2:33:56 GMT -8
"I see. So, calling takes the place of stopping by and telling me, face to face? Or did i not deserve that much?"
He looked at his lashed hands, his naked body and back to Bastille. Something had changed about her, more then just the immense length of her hair. She seemed almost...vengeful. He had done nothing, i his own mind. He searched everywhere for her. She should know that. She should also know that David didn't answer numbers he didn't know or recognize. He seriously doubted that it was such a violent emergency that she needed to leave without so much as a goodbye kiss. Not to mention, he could have helped her. Hell, he might have gone with her. He loved Bastille. Always has. He was in no mood to tell her that now though. Now he sat in what she thought was a humilating position, waiting on her whim.
"No, i deserve to sit naked, cuffed to a bed, whie my girlfriend who apparently hates me decides which knife to cut my manhood off with. My bad for thinking more of you."
His own scowl was enough to match her aggravation, her nature of retaliation. He didn't care what happened to him, but he did care what had happened to her. Once both of the calmed down, he planned on pinning her to te bed and digging the questions from her in a very sexually-repressed way. He wondered, breifly where she had gotten and collected so many weapons, and ho she kept them here without anyone knowing...
He nodded with his head at the guns.
"Don't your late night boy-toys get a little freaked by the weaponry?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2010 19:33:47 GMT -8
"I dont have boys over.....not since you. And I supposed if I did, I would keep the bodies in the closet...or so to speak." She seemed serious now, finishing her gun she set it on the table and stood up. Gripping her cane for support she tapped around a bit until she found the edge of the bed. It was easy from there, as she walked to the side of the bed and sat down next to him, leaning the cane against the wall. It was obvious in the way her body moved, she was asking for him to insult her. She deserved it after all. However she seemed to keep her expression in a smirk. Bandages where good to keep her eyes from view.
Staring off a bit, she folded one leg delicately over the other.
"I hadn't planned to come back at all. But as luck would have it curiosity got the better of me...I came back for Calvin. To find him. I found a lead on his grandpa and him in England and jumped on a plane before I knew what i was doing...I ran into dots before I could avoid it and apparently the welcoming committee came to tag us both back in. I planned to leave you forever....but then you showed up. The reason I want to kill you.....to torture you right now...and to keep you utterly humiliated is because simply...you are a hindrance. The only one left standing between me and my goals."
And it was obvious WHY he was a hindrance. Not because he stood in her way, but because she felt strongly for him, and that feeling never changed. It never would. God she was glad the explosion seemed to remove her tear ducts from her eyes or else she would be crying furiously. Now, when she needed to cry all that came out was blood. She touched the bandages at her eyes and they where dry. Thank god....i would be nasty to change those in front of David. Besides...she still couldn't answer her own question. Why she had brought him here. Why she had drug him home, sat up all night tossing and turning over what to do...only hours before he was to wake up finally decided to strip him out of utter frustration and lack of a better idea. She sat there stiffly pulling her hair over her shoulder and mindlessly beginning to braid it. Damn she needed a hair cut.
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Post by David B. on Sept 14, 2010 20:20:03 GMT -8
"Your goals..."
David shook his head almost humorously. It was nearly comical, to him, that a girl would actually see him as a hinderance. He was the richest 21 year old in the world, and had more money then ninety-eight percent of the worlds royalty. If anyone he was with had goals, the only thing he could do his help. She claimed he was in the way...perhaps he was looking at it the wrong way. He stared at her, tilting his head a little as she sat there and told him she wanted to kill him. To rid herself of him. He slowly broke into a smile, stretching out his legs as though he was the most comfortable man on the planet. She had seen him naked before- why would he be shy? He then licked his lips and returned his gaze to her.
"What happened to you?" He stared straight to where her eyes should be. He was a little worried as to why she was wearing so many bandages...what had happened to those beautiful hues he admired? "And your not going to make me hate you, or despise you." He looked over his shoulder, at his wrists. "You want to undo these cuffs, or did you still plan on having your way with me before you take my life?" He grinned, even though she probably couldn't see it. He thought her hair was gorgeous- and he didn't care that her bandages covered most of her body. He still felt the same...he just wondered what her motives were. He didn't think she would harm him....
But he had been wrong before.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 15, 2010 20:09:30 GMT -8
Bastille sat up straight. ASS HOLE, SHE WAS BEING SERIOUS. With little to no warning she slammed her cane into his head. However apparently the weapon was too hard so she grabbed a pillow and began to smack him repeatedly with it.
"CANT YOU TAKE ME SERIOUSLY FOR FIVE MINUTES YOU DAFT OAF!" She let out a sigh when she realized she lost her temper and quickly she plopped herself back down and began to braid her hair more for a release of tension then anything. Furiously however, her braids came out crooked and not well done. to hell with it.
"IM GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER...GET YOURSELF OUT!"
And too the bathroom she stormed. When she was in she closed the door with a slam and felt herself lean against it. Her face was hot. She sputtered furiously at it and began to remove her clothing slowly. When her clothes where scattered she began to unwind the bandages. She hadn't looked at herself in months...hadn't even seen what her body looked like. It was a childish fear, to see what the explosion had done to her body. But for some odd reason she was curious. Finally feeling able to face it, she worked until the last bandage was around her eyes. Undoing it, she let it fall to the floor and turned to the full length mirror.
Her body didn't look as zombie like as she had thought. She had seen the images of her body after the explosion. Almost completely torn limb from limb. She cringed at the thought and her eyes turned from the mirror for a second. Peaking back she started with her feet. Thanks to the huntress boots her legs had been mostly unscathed. Around her left thigh however, completely circling around it was a white scar almost as if someone has tried to fuse her leg back to her hip with stretched out rubber. It wasn't that bad...and her eyes climbed higher. Her toros had one long gash that seemed to snake around her. In the back it led up to her shoulder. Her back seemed to be pretty alright as well...old cuts where finally gone. Her neck was fine...she had been told it only broke slightly.
Over all her body was not as bad an torn away as it could have been. The doctors had done an excellent job. She moved it around...it seemed to work well...this was over all extremely odd. There was one large scar under her left breast but over all...nothing too close to vital organs either. Lucky duck she had been. Finally her face, it was undamaged like the doctors had said. Evey thing had healed nicely except the gash across her forehead which still had stitches in it. They had finally gotten the skin to cover her skull again it seemed. Her eyes however....maroon red. They had always been a bright firey red...but after the explosion left her blind for a couple months (doctors thought at first she would never regain her eyes sight) however.....there they where. She stared for a long moment before suddenly her head began to ache. She hadn't been opening her eyes that often. Scoffing she hopped into the shower and sighed. It was a little too much for her. she pulled her hair over her shoulder and began to look at it wet......perhaps she would cut it......it really was too long.
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Post by David B. on Sept 15, 2010 20:40:01 GMT -8
The cane smashed into his head, right above his right eye, a slight cut opening up. Besides the turning of his head with the force of the blow. He snapped his head back to her face, or where her face should be, ignoring te pillow blows before she ordered him to get himself out. He sighed, watching her very amazing backside sway its way into the bathroom. He rotated his feet to make sure they worked before flexing his abs, pulling with his chest and stomach so his legs would be lifted up over his head as he rolled over backwards. He planted his feet on the bar his arms were shackled to, pushing up with his back and pulling with his arms to move himself into a standing position on bedpost. Then, quite simply, he grabbed the bar he was cuffed to and snapped it easily, and near-silently.
He hopped down, dropping the bar, letting the cuffs hang limply. Walking silently, he opened the door quietly, watching her lithe shadow in the shower. He still stood stark naked, and not wanting her to get a...rise out of him, He leaned his back against the frame, so he would be staring at he framework opposite of him.
"You know, I never...was with another, after you. In any way. Nor did any other take my heart."
It made him almost feel nauseous to say what he was thinking, what he was feeling. It had been so long, and he had forgotten what those things were. But he could hear and see it in her, that she was angry-with him, with herself. She obviously moved like she had this evil planned for him inside, but he could see that it wasn't her intent at all. He looked over at the curtain, walking over and slipping in, again totally silent, behind her. He would step up and place his hands on her hips, and whisper in her ear.
"Why are you so afraid of me?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 15, 2010 20:50:49 GMT -8
"HAVE YOU HEARD OF PERSONAL SPACE?!!!"
she hissed as soon as he came in with a quick lighting motion managed to snake a towel in the shower to cover her front. However he was suddenly behind her and the towel was rendered useless. Great, bloody brilliant. His hands on her hips she felt herself get hot around the cheeks. Why was she so afraid. Afraid was no the right word. Afraid for him? Perhaps. Afraid of what could happen...better answer. But not afraid of him. She sat silently for a long moment, her silence was the answer. Her fingers fiddled with the edge of the towel. Finally they stilled and her head slightly turned over her shoulder.
"You know why.....stop asking stupid questions." She muttered in a only half hearted venomous tone. With that she began to play with her hair again. It had become a nervous habit...as she found herself braiding it again and then undoing it, twisting it around her fingers...whatever. However, her body stayed, even as she glanced the cutting sheers on the counter not too out of reach...she stayed completely still. Why the hell was he in the shower with her?! OH RIGHT! Her face grew hotter and she just grumbled out a long string of profanities in about three different languages- only after she ran out of english ones.
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Post by David B. on Sept 15, 2010 21:00:51 GMT -8
David could see her wariness- he had ignored her outburst, watching her body language as he stood behind her. She didn't force him away, or hit him like he expected. He had dreamt so many times of them being this close. Of actually touching again. He didn't anticipate them being naked but...he guessed he couldn't complain. He had noticed the scars but in truth, they only accentuated her personality...made her who she was. He leaned in closer, as though to kiss her.
"I won't hurt you Bastille."
He would press his lips softly against hers, gently, almost in admonition. He didn't care about the cuffs, though he kept a heady eye on the sheers. He didn't know if or why she would ever need a weapon against him but, regardless, once the kiss broke, he would stare into her eyes before a light squeeze at her hips would indicate he wanted her to turn around.
"We wouldn't be together if i didn't trust you. Why can you not trust me?"
He would place a light kiss on her chin once she was facing him.
"I have done nothing worthy of being cuffed...like an animal."
His hands would trail up her sides lightly, the water making his hands and her ribs seem smooth.
"Just..stop running, and stay with me."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 15, 2010 21:07:53 GMT -8
Those words. Her eyes darted to the sheers. Anywhere but his eyes. And then, his lips where locked to hers. At first she was shocked....a kiss. She hadn't had one in a very long time and had forgotten what it felt like. She managed to get her eyes half way closed before he broke the kiss. She immediately buried her face in the sopping wet towel. Her face was probably bright red. Ow, her head stung....She felt her hips being moved and she turned around with a cross between a pout and anger. Then he kissed her chin and all she felt was her entire body twitching. SHOWERS WHERE SUPPOSED TO BE RELAXING!!! However he kept speaking. She felt bad but all she could say as a snide remark.
"Perhaps I saw the future and saw you would invade my privacy and THATS why I cuffed you. Should have used something else." She muttered. It was also an answer. Taking a step forward she leaned into him and closed her eyes. Still she held the towel securely to her front, but she could still feel the warmth of his shoulders.
"I'm hopeless.."
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Post by David B. on Sept 15, 2010 21:18:36 GMT -8
He grinned.
"Hey, you told me to get myself out..."
He was naked, and his girlfriend was in the shower. What did one expect when they told you to get yourself out? He could have, at any time, but he wanted to see what she would do, where she would go with it. As she turned around and kissed him, she saw her face go completely red. He knew she had feelings for him...she had to. Why would she kiss him back, stay in the shower, even....press against him? His eyes widened slightly, and his body...well, reacted to the feel. Even through a towel, the soft, light press of her breasts caused him to...come out of hiding a little. Not to say he was totally aroused just...hangin' out. Pun intended.
His arms wrapped around her, pushing her even harder against him, but not to the point of uncomfortability, but right at security. Strength. He would hold her for a moment, just to let her know that he was real- so many times he thought he dreamt her up. Let her take in his scent, his form.
"Your not hopeless." He smiled, though she couldn't see it. "Just....tell me what i can do to make you want to stay."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 15, 2010 21:31:52 GMT -8
"That would be the problem......wanting to stay. I've traveled all my life, ....finally finding a place I don't mind staying....it's an odd feeling."
Forgive her for being dense. But she didn't notice anything at all. Despite the fact they where pressed together. She kept her eyes closed and her head buried conveniently in his shoulder. That was the problem wasn't it. That she wanted to stay. But she needed a reason. Something to tie her down...or else it didn't make sense. It never did. And yet she wanted to stay....but she needed a reason. He was the reason, but.....why him, why be tied to him. She looked up at him and into his eyes. Leaning up one arm wrapped around his neck and she found herself kissing him again. Now she knew why it was fucking addicting. She was shy at first, obviously light and ghosting...however she kept it strong enough to keep the kiss held tightly. She parted and blurted out the words before she could reign them in.
"marry me"
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Post by David B. on Sept 15, 2010 21:41:39 GMT -8
"I...know how you feel, i guess."
It was true- he had traveled a lot, he never really knew what was home. He guessed the difference between them was, when he had found the place he wanted to stay, he didn't try to run from it. She did. Her lips against his brought tingles up his spine, leaving him gasping slightly from breath. As her eyes opened, she spoke, and the words that came from her...shocked him. His face, however, was totall blank, looking over her features almost as though to gauge the seriousness of her proposition. It shook him...shook him to the core. But, as the moment progressed, he came to a realization, and rather then feel how he should feel, he knew exactly what to say, what needed to be said.
"Bastille. If i said yes, it would only make my feelings redundant. Like repeating what i have already stated. No, i won't say i'll marry you." He paused for half a second, to let her get shocked, but he would speak likely before the anger roused.
"Because in my heart, i was already married to you a long time ago. YOU marry ME, Bastille. I am committed- can you be the same?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 15, 2010 21:44:53 GMT -8
Blank stare. Completely blank.
"This makes no sense"
She finally managed to get something out. Yet she had sat there for a good four seconds just staring at him.
"Isn't it the same thing?"
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