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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Mar 25, 2011 17:03:27 GMT 12
His hands slid down her shoulders to her hips, then around her stomach to hold her against him, and he spoke into her ear softly. 'I don't care, even if you only wore it for me, I want to get something for you.' His fingers were light over where her scar was, but he stroked the spot lightly, knowing why she'd be uncomfortable with one.
He reached out slowly, brushing a strand of her black hair out of her face gently, a strand she had missed, tucking it behind her ear. 'I don't know who told you that, but you're stunning. Honestly. Even without seeing your eyes I can tell that.' His voice was firm, but quiet, not giving her any room to manouver in his tone. Rhage shrugged, even knowing she couldn't see it. 'I've changed a lot since then, but I'm still the same person in their eyes.'
Well, we'll go there then. With long fingers Sabin pointed towards a clothing stall, one that had a few customers but wasn't too busy, and was reasonably close. 'I like you in my clothes, but I understand why you'd want your own.' H grinned down at her, his wings spreading slightly before closing up tight against his back once more.
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Post by Nightstalker on Mar 25, 2011 23:11:33 GMT 12
Grinning up at him, Diova reached up a hand and ran her fingers over Sabins amazing wings. Taking his hand again, Diova lead him over to the stall, picking through the various material to find some she liked, finally deciding on some soft tanned leather pants and a grey muscle shirt. She passed them over to Sabin and kept looking, wanting to have more than one set of clothes. After searching for a bit longer she produced a small pile of clothes, a coat and a pair of boots. She glanced over at Sabin with a slight grimace. "Is this to much?" As much as she loved him she didn't want to leech off him, she was still worried that he would get sick of her or start to resent her.
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Post by Zaraha on Mar 28, 2011 20:59:05 GMT 12
Settling into his arms, Gabrielle sighed contentedly. He was so gentle with her and she relaxed completely while eyeing the dress. It was gorgeous yet, though she knew she could maybe make herself wear it around him, she didnt want him spending money on something that would hardly ever get used. One hand reached out and her fingers trailed delicately across the hem of the dress, watching how it splayed out at her touch before settling back down. Shaking her head from where it rested gently back on his shoulder, Gabrielle reached up and carressed his jaw as her hand left the dress. "I couldnt Rafe. It would hardly ever get worn and all that money would be wasted."
Catya lifted her head and though she couldnt see him it seemed she could, that her eyes pinned him in place. Shaking her head, Catya brought both hands into her lap, burrying them in the folds of her jersey. "I cant believe that," she whispered. "You are probably used to saying that to a lot of people." Even so, with her words, Catya warmed a little in hearing she was stunning, looked good. The words however were to ensure she didnt get a broken heart, that she didnt get excited for him to be joking. She wouldnt let him see how happy being told she was beautiful made her feel. Everyone used that against her. He however had suffered himself and Catya took his hand once again and said "Old names and stories are hard to get rid of. You learn to shoulder them."
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Mar 29, 2011 19:17:18 GMT 12
Without even thinking arout it, his wings shivered and spread a little under her hands, even though her touch was brief. Following her, he smiled as she picked through the clothing, watching the expressions on her face change according to the clothing she was looking at. He opened his arms and accepted everything she passed to him, holding them for her as she picked through the stall. The older stall owner was near, and Sabin could see she was tallying up everything Diova selected. 'It's fine Di, you need the clothes. I'm suprised you lasted this long without even mentioning it beforehand.' Taking what he held to the table the stall owner had reserved for sales, he placed them carefully so they wouldn't topple and said to the woman, 'How much.' It took a while, but eventually he managed to haggle down to a fair price, especially as he had brought from her before, and knew she loved a good barter, and so made everything outlandishly expensive at first. Placing the amount they settled on in her hand, she handed him a backpack he had also asked for, and he began stowing the clothes in it, telling Di to take what she wanted for just then.
He watched how she treated the silken material, and it was obvious that she thought it was beautiful. This was the sort of thing he wanted to do for her, something that was out of the blue yet made her happy. Her smile was what really just lit up his world. 'Gabrielle, there's very little that I actually spend money on. For most things, I work off the debt owing to the person, or trade with them. The money wouldn't be wasted, considering otherwise it won't get used really.' He leaned into her hand at his jaw, kissing the palm of her hand with a twist of his head.
Rhage frowned, the idea coming into his mind that she had been told similar things, only to be laughed at and ridiculed. 'I'm serious. I don't lie. You are stunning, and I'm suprised that you travel alone.'[ Her next statement had his face hardening, though he told himself that she wouldn't know any better, just what she had been told, and that pushe his anger at being stereotyped backwards. 'No, I don't say it much. In fact, you're probably the only one.' His big hand closed around her smaller one, squeezing gently, and his thumb brushed back and forth over the back of her hand.
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Post by Nightstalker on Mar 29, 2011 19:24:11 GMT 12
Diova shook her head slightly at Sabin and helped him put everything in the backpack aside from the boots which she pulled on. "Sorry to disappoint you Sabin, but I'm not going to get changed right here." She grinned up at him before running her hands over his wings again, enjoying the silky feel of his feathers. She purred softly, rubbing her hand up and down them, her eyes gleaming with content.
>Muse say Poof poof!<
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Post by Zaraha on Mar 29, 2011 20:45:37 GMT 12
Snuggling back into Rafe Gabrielle bit her lower lip gently, watching the green dress. It was the exact colour of her eyes and she could tell by the tone of his voice that he genuinely wanted to do it for her, to make her happy. His words too held logic and she twisted in his arms to face him, her green eyes not wavering on his as she kissed him breifly but delicately and with all the care in the world. Stroking back his hair as she held his gaze, wrapped in his strong arms, Gabrielle smiled gently, content, relaxed, calmed. "Would you truely buy it? Even if I only wore it around you? I dont think it would get much use then. You'd have it off fast enough." Smiling, her spark of humour ignited as she watched him, a twinkle in her eyes.
She was silent for a long time, her long hair around her shoulders, her body still and unmoving. After awhile she spoke and it was in such a soft tone if he hadnt been sitting next to her he would have had trouble hearing. "I guess its hard believing something one person tells you when all your life you have heard the opposite." She shurgged and if just remembering her hand was in his she squeezed gently, loving the contact but at the same time finding it new. Slowly her head turned in his direction and it was as if she looked straight at him, met his eyes with her own. Yet, she didnt. Couldnt. her voice notched louder ever so slightly as she spoke until she was speaking at a normal pitch. "I understand how you feel. It's hard being told you are one thing and knowing you are sometine else. Is it called.... stero..typing?" Her german was heavy today, proof of emotion. "though I dont believe I'm the only one. There must have been others you've said that to, not many but one or two."
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