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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 2, 2010 12:12:18 GMT 12
His head emerged from the folds of his shirt just as he hard her voice, calling him out. He left his room, fixing the weapons holsters as he went, re-attaching a couple to his chest before filling them again. Giving her a faint smile, he ran a hand through his hair again, wringing it out again, before grabbing the salve he had used on her wings. 'Come on, I'll reapply this for you.' He didn't mind doctoring her, didn't mind looking after her, surprisingly enough. Normally he didn't have the time to do so.
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 2, 2010 12:22:09 GMT 12
Backing up as he came out again to give him space, Diova smirked as he walked past wringing out his hair. At least she wasn't the only one who had to deal with such a problem. Following him silently, without protest, Diova sat down on one of his many chairs, making sure to choose one that had no back so he could reach her wings easier. She frowned at herself when she realised that she was almost looking forward to having his hands on her wings, something that seemed to proove that her time in isolation had completely stuffed her up.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 2, 2010 12:30:42 GMT 12
Popping open the container, he got the cream onto his hands and lightly rubbed it over her wings, gently, one wing at a time. They had already begun to heal, the muscles and tendons slowly beginning to knit together, the skin slowly creeping over the exposed muscles. It would take maybe a week at most for them to fully heal, then about another 3 or 4 days for the flight feathers to grow back, and he told her so. Finishing her wings, he wiped his hands on his shirt and screwed the cap back on. 'You okay?'
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 2, 2010 15:22:35 GMT 12
Diova closed her eyes with a heavy sigh as he lightly ran the salve over her injured wings. Applying the cream to her one wing at a time. Diova dropped her head enjoying the feel of his hands stroking her wings softly. Her eyes opened slowly when he drew back and her head lifted until her neck was once again supporting it. "So I'll be out from under your skin in at least ten days." She tried to keep her voice expressionless but a small tinge of bitterness slipped into her tone. She didn't want to go again, not only was Sabin the first decent male she had met in what seemed like forever, but she was tired of travelling and she was willing to bet that Gideed was still looking for her. "Yeah, I'm fine."
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 2, 2010 19:37:52 GMT 12
He shrugged at her words, returning to where she could see him but instead of going to his previous chair, he just dropped to the floor in front of her, legs folded. 'You don't have to leave if you don't want to. I don't mind, in fact, I could use the company.' He put the offer on the table for her to consider, and she had ten days to decide. It wasn't like he was springing it on her at the last second. But he wouldn't mind having her stay. She had turned out to be good company, and was one of the few people who could make him smile. And she was gorgeous, but he didnt want to think to much on that, or why he was thinking it.
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 2, 2010 19:55:41 GMT 12
Her eyes widened in surprise at his offer then she smiled slightly uncertainly. It was what she wanted sure, but that he had offered made her worry once again about his motives. The worry annoyed her, why couldn't she just trust him right out. She had every reason to trust him. He had saved her.... twice, healed her, fed her, given her water and clothes to wear while her old ones dried. Plus she knew that he would protect her from Gideed, even though the fact that she needed his protection infuriated her. The smile became a little more certain as she told herself all the reasons why she should, and could trust him. The main decider being that she actually wanted to stay, he made her feel like she was worth something, made her feel that she was alive again. Still, he might just be offering out of courtesy, "Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden on you, but once I'm healed I promise I will help you." She felt a faint stirring of hope, but she had to make sure he was certain.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 2, 2010 20:01:39 GMT 12
He shook his head at her statement, denying it. 'I'm sure. You wouldn't be a burden, whether you helped or not. Though I have to admit, I'm looking forward to seeing you in your prime.' Her inner debate had obviously come out in his favour, but he still felt like she was being a little hasty. Not that he minded, a small part of his brain insisted. 'You don't have to decide just now, as you said, you have ten days to give me a solid answer.' He would accept if she decided beforehand but wanted to be sure she had thought it all through. His hand came up and he rubbed at his face, trying to shut up the small part of his brain that was insisting on doing things that would absolutely shatter her trust in him.Jeez, of all the times it had to wake up, it was now.
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 2, 2010 20:17:23 GMT 12
Her smile widened now, becoming fuller and genuine. "You shouldn't be, I'll give you a run for your money, not that money's worth anything these days. Gideed wouldn't of been able to touch me, but he came up at me from behind while I was distracted. And you're right, I don't have to decide now, but I wouldn't mind sticking around for a while." She smiled again, feeling happier than she had right to be. Curling her legs up under her again she shifted forwards in her seat and leaning towards where he sat on the floor. "One question though, why are you sitting on the floor?" Inwardly she added that a male like him didn't belong there, but she didn't say the words out loud.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 2, 2010 20:33:22 GMT 12
'Oh, now I'm looking forward to it even more' he joked, a smile spreading over his face. A proper one too, not a smirk or a twitch of his lips. When she asked the question, he shrugged, grin still in place. 'Would you believe that I prefer to be closer to you?' As soon as he said it, he realised that it was the truth. At first, he had told himself that he couldn't be bothered walking back, but now that he had said it, the true answer came forth. And what a whopper it was. Something to think about. Why did he want to be near her? Why did she make him smile? He had no idea. None whatsoever. It was totally opposite to the normal Sabin, but so was the smiling, joking, socialising Sabin. Most probably, it was the normal him, the one he had repressed long ago, but he didn't stay to long on that thought. It brought back all of his bad memories, and what nightmares they were. He ran a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up slightly, the shorter parts staying up while the longer bits stayed down. Typical, especially as it dried.
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 2, 2010 20:47:53 GMT 12
Diova leaned back, surprise flaring over her face at his answer, nothing near what she had been expecting him to say. Although what she had expected she wasn't certain. After a minute of confusion and uncertainty she relaxed again. "Maybe, although I wouldn't understand why." She watched the shorter strands of his golden blonde hair stick up after he had ran a hand through it, to her surprise she found herself wanting to touch his hair as well, to see whether it was as soft as it looked. She caught herself leaning forward again as she watched him, and had to stop herself from leaning to far or she would be in danger of falling, even more so without the usual balance her wings added.
>Soz<
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 2, 2010 21:05:32 GMT 12
He shrugged at her answer, smile still on his face. 'Then you're not alone.' He saw her lean forward, then stop, and tipped his head slightly to the side, a faint frown coming across his features as he tried to figure out why she had leaned forward, and why she had stopped. the action sent his hair flopping over his face, and he let out a short hiss, shaking his head sharply and flicking it out of the way. Ugh, that was why he normally tied it back. Stupid thing. He didn't know why he didn't just cut it, but he did know that he couldn't. Just couldn't. Damn hair. He gave her a wry smile, still not having figured out why she had just done the whole forward-back thing. He shifted closer, so that his shoulder rested against the couch next to her legs and he faced her side on, looking up at her.
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 2, 2010 21:21:00 GMT 12
She laughed as his hair flopped in front of his face, and at his obvious irritation with it. She felt lighter than she had for years, just being around him made her relax, and although she didn't like to relax, with him she found that she could. Somehow she knew that he wouldn't hurt her, and it went deeper than him just telling her that he wouldn't. She turned her body more in his direction again as he move to lean against the couch, but this time it wasn't out of wariness but so that she could watch him properly, so that she could see his hard muscles flex, even under the cover of his shirt. Unconsciously she started leaning forwards again before catching herself once more. She didn't move back however, just stayed there, inclined towards him.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 3, 2010 10:51:49 GMT 12
His eyebrows raised at her laugh and he grinned. She had a nice laugh, the sound suited her, not girlish but not too deep either. Perfect. Easy to listen to. 'After all I've done for you, you laugh at me. I'm hurt.' He joked, clutching his heart in mock pain as his amber eyes glittered. Yeah, he was far more easygoing around her. So what. Shifting again, he leaned forward slightly so he could ajust his wings, the huge things tipping forward. It happened to be at the exact time she leaned forward, and the soft whitee feathers brushed across her face, her cheeks, her lips. He froze, lifting his head and meeting her eyes. It had been purely accidental, but he didn't know how she would react. Though, he couldn't say he didn't like it, that's for sure.
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 3, 2010 16:18:04 GMT 12
Laughing again at his mock pain and his melodramatic clutching at his heart, she wondered how she had ever thought that Sabin was withdrawn, although maybe his behaviour before had merely been because he hadn't known her properly. She was like that, completely withdrawn until she felt comfortable enough. He shifted as she leaned forwards, one of his wings brushing soft white feathers across her face. She jumped at the contact, leaning backwards in her surprise, her shock however was more focussed on the flash of excitement that had bolted through her. As she met Sabin eyes, her shocked expression changed to a slightly thoughtful look, she knew it had been an accident on his part, but she found herself wishing it hadn't been. His wing feathers had felt so soft against her face, softer than she would have thought. Reaching out her hand hesitantly she brushed her fingers down the golden edge of his wing before pulling back quickly, feeling embarrassed by her daring action.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 4, 2010 15:49:40 GMT 12
He exhaled slowly, and his wings spread slightly, the one she had touched keeping in contact with her hand as she pulled back. Her fingers were soft against the sinsitive skin of his wings, even through the thick layer of feathers. His eyelids dropped slightly, so that they were half closed, and he leaned slightly in to her touch. He didn't even realise he was doing so, instinctually craving her touch, not really caring about much else. His eyes flashed the dark gold of before and stayed there as his eyes met hers, but he didn't speak. Instead waited for her to say something, do something.
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