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Post by Ruby on Feb 4, 2013 22:35:16 GMT -5
She wished she could take his pain, his agony, his regret. She knew he harbored a vast deal of them. She was no stranger to pain, to agony or to regret and she understood how devastating they could be... but she felt such things more often than not, she had learned to repress it, but he... he only got to feel in scarce brief moments. He had to feel the weight of it all at once. She thought it was that pain that dragged him back to his curse. She could do nothing for him. She was utterly powerless. She could fell a small army, had the strength to well defend herself against most foes, she had power great enough to shift her own form... but there was not a damned thing she could do for him, and it killed her.
"You never need thank you. I give you my love freely, it is up to you to decide what to do with such a gift." She murmured back just as softly. Soothing him still to the best of her ability. She hated feeling so powerless, especially to someone she loved. His next question caught her mildly off guard, but she indulged him, anything to distract his mind from the darkness of his curse. "I am a werewolf with control issues, the last thing I ever wish to be is a mother. I don't think I could handle as such. My mother, the lovely woman who passed the curse to me, tried to kill me, I would not want the same for anyone, much less my own child."
She led him through his manor, murmuring soft things, calling to him. She spoke his name, gentle promises, easy words, reminding him constantly that she wouldn't leave that she was still here. Always. Forever. As long as he wished her to be. She rummaged through her tings and his words gave her pause. They touched her, and almost brought tears to her eyes, she held them back, quickly attending his side and fleeing from the rest of his manor. "I love you." She murmured again, simply because she could.
She knew her explanation was long winded, but she had no choice, she needed him to understand that this was not a fun thrill that was to be taken lightly, they would be bonded, and whether for better or for worse... it still had yet to be seen, she waited on pins and needles anxious for his answer, a part of her wishing he would say no, and a part of her wanting him to say yes. She wanted him to know how utterly much she adored him. How much her world revolved around him. He would not just be tasting her freedom, he would be tasting her love. His response had her heart beating like a war drum and his kiss did nothing to help. She infused every drop of love, of passion, of light she had for him, wanting him to feel before he even drank the damn potion, but before she could lose herself, or he, she pulled away, tossed his shirt away and shifted in one fluent motion. She crouched low to the ground, gazing upon him with thick honeyed eyes, this would change everything.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Feb 4, 2013 23:28:55 GMT -5
Dorian's life was hinged on pleasure, always. Until now. He was not used to the rush of emotion, to the way it tore and bit at the body and oh! This must have been what it was like to grow old. Yes--he could remember. In the younger days. Every feeling had made him a new person, someone he had not seen before. It was true, at least for mortal agers, that one could never step in the same river twice, because it was never the same river and he was never the same man. That was the problem, really. He was the same man, day in and day out, never having enough of himself. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, all the day long, and that was what brought him the most base of pains when he was able to feel. It was terrible. For a little while there, he had a hold on what real love felt like, but now it was leaving him, and he did not want it to.
He had to tell Ruby, but he just... could not. He loved her. He was hopeless when he was worthy of emotion, but outside of that he was an unfaithful, unbound, unrestricted hedonist. He felt so low right now. All the warring in his mind was losing--every side somehow losing--and it hurt and jumbled and many other overwhelming things, all springing like springboks at the same time. Damn. Her words spun in circles above him, and he was trying to catch them but it was taking too long.
Finally, something made sense in his delirious, shutting-down brain, and he knew there was a way out. He smiled sideways, shaking his head and looking at her for some kind of answer. He had to give it himself. "You'd be a good mother," he said shakily. But not to his own child. No, never. He did not want to be a father, it seemed, as much as she did not want to be a mother. But he admired her. He thought her kind and thoughtful, when she felt like it. And passionate, ambitious, daring... all admirable qualities to his mind right now. Everything she was was admirable right now, actually. When they were outside, the words hit him like a thousand windstorms. They came from his mouth and he did not even hear them. "I... love you, too."
He did not recall. He felt numb. She had shifted before his eyes and he had taken no notice. Now, poised with a vile in his hand, he found himself somehow atop her back, and with one last thought to the memory of a suicidal Sibyl Vane, Dorian drank to forget it all. She went and he was there with her, and suddenly it all vanished. The sins. The cruelty. The words of hatred in a dark painting. He was young as he should be, but he was.... what was it? Free? Human? Alive? It was, most assuredly, the coming of the best feeling ever.
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Post by Ruby on Feb 5, 2013 0:12:16 GMT -5
She did not let his words of children phase her. She knew better than to want a real family, had seen what her kind were capable of and knew their own tendencies, what they were may seem whimsical, magical, but in all reality, Luna had built them to be an unstoppable force of nature. Strong with the ability to crush bone, power to rip through the most formidable barriers, able to heal and survive wounds that would have killed a mortal man. They were nothing short of an army, created for the sole purpose of destruction. Red was one of the few who fought it. She took control instead of freedom, she had made her choice, but that did not mean a relapse was impossible. It would be foolish to bring a child into this world... especially for her. She had thought it would be a blessing once, back when she loved Peter... but that was before she understood who... what she was.
She could see his pain, could smell his unease, the tension that had tightened his fingers around her own, the painting was sucking him in. Reminding him of past experiences, regret, pain, sadness, until he gave in. She understood now, how it worked. That damnable thing poisoned his mind, until, it was so weighed down by his own despair he let it all go and gave into monstrosity of oil and pastels, but not this time... Red would win this round, because the demons of his world knew nothing of magic, and she could give him a day of peace. The god damned curse could not touch him. Red could help him, if only-
Shock was the first thing to register in suddenly wide emerald eyes, her body fell utterly still, her breath caught in her lungs, and her heart stuttered, skipping several beats. She couldn't remember how to perform basic functions. Inhaling and exhaling were beyond her, much less movement or speech. I... love you, too. I... love you, too. I... love you, too. I... love you, too. I... love you, too. It rung in her skull like a mantra, the sweetest of symphonies and finally... finally her body recalled basic functions, Breathing. Heart Beating. Eyes blinking. Muscles responding.
"Y-You... y-you..." She stuttered unable to say anything more, but then she chanced upon his eyes and the utter agony they held was enough to make her focus. She wasn't sure if he had even registered that he had spoken those three small words that had successfully tore her apart and rebuilt her all in one shot, and the thought that he may not even remember he had spoken them hurt. It hurt her terribly. But she had no time to wallow in self agony because he was in horrible pain and she was his cure. He swung a top her back in a daze, and she wasted no more time. Vaguely, she heard the crash of the empty bottle behind her, and she ran.
She flew through Aledon as though it were standing still. Without injury and without fighting for control like she had once been forced too, she could fly. She unleashed her speed until the scenery around her became naught but a blur, a tapestry of color. She bottled up her emotions... allowed him to get used to the thought process of the wolf. Inhibitions, gone. Worries, anxieties, twisted memories, nothing but a haze in the back of one's mind. There was no pain, no suffering, no torture here. Her heart beat in tune with every drum of her paws against the forest floor. Everything was brighter, vibrant, colorful, beautiful. Sounds and scents flooded her, and thus flooded him. She could feel him. He was everywhere, surrounding her, a part of her, breathing her oxygen, fueling her heartbeat. She waited as long as she was able for him to adjust. She held off and kept the emotions at bay that she usually let run rampant until he adjusted.
When she could bare it no longer... she released them. The most predominant, being the love she held for him. He would be forced to see himself through her eyes. When she gazed upon him, she saw no twisted corpse of the past. She saw her duke with a mischievous smile. She remembered all of the times he had made her laugh. His gentle teasings, his sweet words of her beauty and of his signature nickname for her sweetheart. The times he had snuck up on her and surprised her. She remembered the feel of his body against hers, the feel of his lust inside of her. How euphoric the feel of his warm breath against her lips was. How his kisses shattered her every coherent thought. She saw him as her smart, witty, charming, lover, and she loved him. He had become her everything, her earth, her moon, her stars, her wolf. He was the last thing she thought of before she fell asleep and the first when she opened her eyes. She let him taste how deeply she missed him all of those months she had spent alone, how badly she yearned for his laughter, his smile... anything. He was her everything.
Her chest heaved with the effort of the unmatchable pace, her heart pounding like a war drum as it thought of how he would react once this singular day was over. These memories, these emotions, these feelings that she shared with him now... his curse could never take them from him. they were guarded, sealed away by pure magic. He would remember this whether he wanted too or not. She drove her pace, harder, faster, stronger. She wanted him to feel her, to know her inside and out, but she feared what his reaction would be once it was all said and done.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Feb 5, 2013 22:14:43 GMT -5
Dorian found himself in an utterly chaotic state. When those words had left his mouth, those three words, they had lingered in his mind for several minutes, but the echoes had not let their meaning register in his mind. He failed to understand what he'd said to her--something that he had not said to anyone since he'd said it to Sibyl. Even in mindless nights of lovemaking to people he hardly knew, Dorian reserved those words. They were not to be let from his lips; he had almost felt like the control of his soul over himself prevented the act. He hated what that damned painting did to him. It was the devil, he was certain, not him!
But he did not... regret the words. He had meant them, really, and it was him, not the painting, that finally had control of all his words. This was one of the only times it had been him who spoke to her, not under any influence. And though it hurt him mentally and physically to be so disconnected from his soul, it felt so good too. To be himself, just for a moment. He was so vulnerable, so weak. So unguarded, and he did not mind, because it was Ruby.
He smiled, he did. Really and truly smiled. As he found himself mounted on the back of this great beast who was his lover and his sweet, sweet sin, he was wondering what this was going to be like. Was he going to be able to see himself from the outside, to see what she saw in him--which, clearly was something he could not see in himself. As they took off, he felt his inhibitions leaving him, like he was...was it free? Was this what freedom felt like? He would never know; he had never been free. Not as a child, not in his youth and education, and certainly not after he had gotten the damned curse implemented upon him. It was hard, to be so bound, and all this while he'd thought pleasure had been freedom.
As she sped up and moved on he felt an overwhelming rush of emotions. He was watching himself like a loving, admiring spectator, not able to remember what hid behind that smile and those eyes, and he saw himself in the light of a new power, in the light of love. What was this? Never had such emotions overtaken him! He felt dizzy but happy, and felt like he was no more himself. Circling around him were emotions like he'd never known; powerful, overbearing joy and tantalizing lust. But it was all good. Pleasure was not all of it. There was so much more! He knew now--he knew what she felt! And it was the most wonderful thing ever--how could he ever have regretted telling her of his love?
He was scared of her, of the diversity and strength of her emotions. But he found wonder in all of it, forgetting his past and as she went faster, Ruby began to spin everything about him. He was in shock, in wonder. For once, he was absolutely speechess.
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Post by Ruby on Feb 5, 2013 22:51:50 GMT -5
She could not feel what Dorian felt. She could not see, hear, or understand his thoughts. She had given him a potion but had not taken one herself. She bound Dorian to her, but the spell did not work two ways. His scent drowned her, his presence, as always, added to her control and soothed her battered spirit... but she was afraid. She was afraid that the power and the strength of her emotions would overwhelm him, terrify him, she was afraid he might never speak with her again. She pushed herself, harder, faster, stronger, if this was the last time she saw him, she would make it an experience he would never forget... not that he could anyway. Fairy dust was raw, untainted magic. Not even Rumple could steal this from him. She had given him a singular day, a lasting few hours of life that could never be tainted, never be taken. Her freedom and her love, the two things she held most dear to her heart and he knew both. He now knew her better than anyone... better than anything.
She held back nothing. Every sensation, the snow beneath her paws, the scent of pines, the screeching of birds, the trampling hooves of does. Her overpowering feelings of love that drove her onward, she let him experience them all. She reigned nothing in, censored nothing. Memories she had not meant to show him filtered through her mind, ranging from playing hide and seek with her Granny, to the first time he entered her body. She raced until her legs quivered and her muscles screamed their protest. She raced until her lungs heaved with effort and her heart was pained in its effort to move oxygen sufficiently through the massive frame of the wolf.
She let him be lost in all of her experiences, but she kept her head about her. She needed to make it back to his manor, if he reacted poorly, she at least wanted to know he was somewhere safe, even if he hated her... it would bring her peace to know he was, at least, safe. She turned back only as the sun began to dip beneath the horizon. The potion, the fairy dust, would only last another few hours and she needed to get him home.
By the time she reached his manor, lights had long since abandoned Aledon. Most everyone slept, and she finally slowed her furious pace, pulling up into a slow walk as she entered his land. Her legs shook beneath her, chest heaving as it struggled to replenish her oxygen. She had never run so hard or for so long. Endurance was something she possessed, but not to that degree. She stopped before his home and waited until he had slid from her back to shift. Bare, as the day she was born, the cold effected her quickly, but despite her shaky limbs she did not collapse, not like the first time. She was so utterly afraid of his reaction... she had not the courage to speak.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Feb 6, 2013 22:55:20 GMT -5
It had been Dorian's impression that Ruby had been less than in love him when she'd often told him so, but now, able to see through her eyes for a change, he was quickly being proven wrong. He was forgetting who he was, losing himself in the mind of the one he had admitted his love to just minutes, hours ago. The taste was something he had always searched for, ever since he'd been bound by fate and the devil to be the eternal beauty that he was. It was real, it was there, and it was absolutely freedom. Dorian could feel it coursing through his veins, making its way through his body and there was nothing that could match it. Nothing past or future; this was an experience in and of itself made of the sweetest sins and the most wonerful desires. Dorian's pleasure seeking could never have equalled it in every year he would have lived.
It wasn't just that he could feel the love of Ruby enrapturing him; it was the forest and the nature surrounding, embodying them in one sensation. The smell of the forest was everywhere, and the blur as Ruby raced through the trees caught his eyes aglow. He found himself lost in everything that she was instead of anything he had been, and the feeling was something he had never even thought was possible. As the leaves and branches brilliantly bristled beside him, Dorian was no longer thinking. He was just feeling.
The hours passed like mere seconds and it was not long before the ecstasy began to dissolve, and the world was no more spinning and lovely and beautiful. It was returning to a state of normalcy, but the feelings were lingering somewhat with him as Ruby neared the manor. He sighed, having had the most wonderful of all experiences, and he did not want to leave it all just yet. He stroked the mane of the beast beneath him lovingly, knowing it was still Ruby somewhere under there. He'd told her earlier he loved her and did not know if he could ever do it again, but she had now shared with him something that nothing could ever take away.
When they were back, he dismounted with a learned reluctance and smiled at her. She shifted quickly, and when she stood before him, exhausted, he lifted her into his arms and carried her all the way inside and upstairs to his bed, where he laid her, covering her with blankets and then lounging beside her. After a moment, Dorian said, "That was incredible. Really and truly incredible. Thank you, Ruby." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
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Post by Ruby on Feb 7, 2013 1:15:40 GMT -5
She was scared and anxious, terrified and excited, exuberant and dreadful. So much confliction, it tore her mind apart in a valiant attempt to gauge his reaction. She had felt his fingers trailing along her spine, but that could mean anything... what if he had only been eager to return home and in his excitement had wished to urge her onward. Her life had been a series of disappointments and now she regretted the impulsive decision. He saw her love, but he also saw her negative emotions, the blood lust that fed upon her, the irritable call of Luna, he had seen her at her worst and at her best, and what if it was all too much for him to handle? Could she truly let him go? No... the answer came to her quickly. If he damned her, if he sent her away she would watch over him. From the shadows, the lingering trees of the forest, his protector and silent guardian, now and forever. He understood her too well, she could never cut him from her side, he was too deeply rooted within her, the act would kill her.
She quivered, possibly from exhaustion but more than likely from her unbearable anxiety, luckily, her lover was not so cruel. He did not leave her waiting long. Without a sound, he scooped her up, lifting her into his warm embrace and she could have cried from the relief that flooded her system. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and coiled her arms around him like a vice. Unwilling to let him go. He carried her through a familiar path, up a dark staircase and down a short hallway. He set her on a bed on the finest material with the softest of blankets and sheets but she did not want it... not right now. The moment he released her, her eyes sought him out. Vibrant green watching his every movement as he slowly laid out beside her. She yearned for him to speak, to hear that deep, soft baritone that haunted her best of dreams and sweetened her most wretched of nightmares. Anything, everything, she wanted to hear it all and she begged him silently with her eyes to speak.
He finally spoke and his words coupled with the tender kiss to her forehead had her heart hammering erratically in the confines of her chest, desperate for his body heat, for any kind of contact between the, her hands shot out to coil around his body, tugging him impossibly closer to her. She had been so utterly afraid, so absolutely terrified that she had given him too much, that she had damn near accepted it as truth, but he had accepted her. Her and her freedom and her love, he had seen the world through her eyes and he knew her so entirely... she needed to feel him. To know he was still there, that it had not been a rare dream. Even if he hadn't met those words that had shaken her to the core, she needed him near her if only for tonight. She brushed her nose against his cheek before pulling away only far enough to see his eyes.
"Stay with me Dorian. Just for tonight. Please?" She whimpered against his mouth, she used no strength of the wolf, her nails remained as such, no claws held him prisoner too her, he could break her hold easily, vanish from her weak embrace with little effort. The wolf, momentarily was gone, nothing lay before him but Red and for once she needed him to stay. She had never shared so much of herself with anybody, absolutely no one knew her like her lover. Not even Snow, but she did not regret her decision, not at all. He had needed a day of freedom, whether he knew it or not, and she would do it again. Sell her body on the streets of Aledon if she had too, she could buy more dust, she could let him have that experience again and again. She would do anything for him and now... now he understand that, he knew it.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Feb 7, 2013 17:39:42 GMT -5
When Ruby changed back, Dorian hadn't given a second thought to scooping her into his arms and carrying her inside. He was used to the way her human form felt pressed against him, used to the way she felt and smelled and acted. It was second nature now to have her so close, and as she closed her arms around his neck and pressed her face into him, he found himself strangely smiling. He liked having her at this proximity; it meant he could not quite go wrong and still be a fair bit thoughtful of her. He could keep an eye on her while at the same time offering her haven. For Dorian, this was an ideal situation.
Ruby was silent as he carried her inside and upstairs, and he was given the time to think as he did so. He thought about how it had felt to be free, to be given the chance and the choice. He wished, bless him, that he still had that decision at his disposal, but it was not to be. He was bound by a choice he had made when he should have been too young to be allowed to, but free will was a principle of the world and he had made it. Now, he was a slave to himself and to pleasure.
Ruby was wide-eyed almost, staring at him through her beautiful greens, and he blinked, staring back at her silently. He wondered often what went on in her mind; now he knew. He knew all of it. Her love had captured him just as much as her memories, her life, her soul, and her misdeeds. But that was alright, because now Dorian knew her better than he'd ever known anyone--himself included--and it was sort of a comforting thought. She was his project; she was his experiment of the soul. He did not have his own and so he did not understand what the workings of the soul. It was a curiosity of his and he loved having her so close, because it gave him the chance to understand what she thought and felt and wanted. Lately, it seemed, she had wanted him.
"Of course," he murmured softly, with another kiss on the forehead. He hugged her close to him and then said more, with a smile. "Ruby, you're an incredible woman. Did you know that?" He smiled upon her and shifted to keep her warm. He wasn't goind to leave her.
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Post by Ruby on Feb 7, 2013 18:27:45 GMT -5
She asked for much, she knew that. Asking Dorian to choose her over pleasure, over alcohol, over some other thing that caught his fancy was beyond what she should ask of him. Affection was not his strong point, comfort scared him. Those things formed bonds and if there was one thing she knew to be true of her lover, was that deep bonds, sacred bonds terrified him. She asked of him to defy his own curse and while she had only asked for a singular eve, she knew better than to ask for more, she still understood she asked for much... but then again she had just flooded him with everything he could never be. He could feel her, understand her thoughts, her feelings, her emotions. The good parts, the twisted pieces and everything in between. The smile that curled her mouth at his easy reply encompassed her entire face, and she buried her face beneath his chin in an effort to hide the sudden love she felt for him. She tugged him impossibly closer as he shifted to keep her warm. She loved him, she loved him so entirely much that it wounded her. It physically hurt, but she would give up the ache for nothing in the world. Not the thickest case of gold, not the finest silks, not a life in the lap of luxury, and certainly not for some snobbish king who would worship each step she took. She would love Dorian until her last breath left her body, there was no one else.
"I love you." She murmured into his skin, squeezing him with hidden zeal. She wished there were words in some beautiful foreign language that could convey what it was she truly felt, but she supposed she wouldn't need them, he had seen them, experienced them, tasted them for himself. If he asked her, she would allow him as such again. Fairy dust wasn't cheap but for him... it was well worth it.
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