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you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody, voracious - Aislyn - 03-07-2022 BUT I HOPE I NEVER LOSE THE BRUISES THAT YOU LEFT BEHIND A I S L Y N @Voracious RE: you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody, voracious - Voracious - 03-21-2022 You twist, I turn, who's the first to burn? You sit and stay, I don't obey. It had never been a question of whether or not he would agree. That decision had already been made before she had even posed the question. Her quiet acceptance of the darkness he harbored had ensured it, and with that, he would have followed her anywhere. It wasn’t hard, especially for a creature who had already risen from the bowels of his own personal hell. He had followed her then too, and she had given him this world in exchange.Now he wonders what she will give him this time. Though he had been beset by curiosity, he had only nodded when she told him she would explain later. It had not taken him long to settle his avid curiosity on their surroundings. Had not taken him long to begin wondering about the place in which she’d been birthed. He follows her without question as they traverse the massive redwoods, neck craning as he peers around, hungry eyes devouring. When she halts at the edge of an abrupt shoreline, he scans the unnaturally carved strait before turning his gaze to Aislyn. He listens to her story with an intensity derived from years of practiced study, keeping his questions in check until she is finished. Her tale sounds as strange and fantastical to him as he knows his must have sounded to her when she had first traipsed into his hidden prison. His own birthplace. When she mentions that they could stay if he wished, Voracious’ gaze brightens, head tilting slightly. Peering at her for a long moment, he finally says simply, “I wish to stay wherever you stay.” Though he’s not entirely sure why, he finds her company far more compelling than any physical place. He has begun to believe he might be happiest wherever she is, regardless of their surroundings. Finally breaking his gaze from her, he glances around them, curiosity rising once more. “The shadows and smoke,” he continues, returning his attention to her tale just as his aqua eyes return to her. “Is that how you were created? Or how you were trained?” Voracious @Aislyn RE: you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody, voracious - Aislyn - 03-29-2022 BUT I HOPE I NEVER LOSE THE BRUISES THAT YOU LEFT BEHIND A I S L Y N RE: you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody, voracious - Voracious - 04-26-2022 You twist, I turn, who's the first to burn? You sit and stay, I don't obey. Standing in the place she had been birthed, a place so very personal to her, Voracious cannot help but bow beneath the warmth and closeness of it. There is something almost soothing about standing beneath the same canopy that she had witnessed upon first opening her eyes, in knowing that she had wanted him to witness it enough to bring him here. That she had allowed him to see another piece of her.A part of him wants to be the only one she shares with this, but the more sensible part of him knows how selfish it is to want such a thing. Still, he would be selfish enough to take any piece of herself that she offered. That much he could not deny himself. Her soft touch draws him closer as leans almost unconsciously into it. When she smiles and offers to show him more, his own lips tug upwards as his aqua gaze warms, chest puffing with something indescribable yet undeniably pleasant. With a swallow, he nods before saying, “I would like that very much.” Though she is no longer touching him, he can’t help but draw closer. The heat and softness of her is alluring, and he wants her to touch him again. Or to touch her in return. He is only a whisper away when her words interrupt him, reminding him of the conversation they were having. He should pull away - it would be the polite thing to do - but he does not. The way she speaks of her creation, he can tell there is more. Yet, the words are enticing. He understands those here have parents, even if he never had. And learning they must work together to create another sounds… intriguing. Do they all share the connection he feels now with Aislyn? Or is it as cold as his own creation had been? The way Aislyn speaks though, it does not sound cold at all. “I never had parents,” Voracious finally admits, his voice soft. He still doesn’t move away from her, unwilling to relinquish this enticing closeness. “How is it decided, who can be parents and create young together?” He thinks he might like such a thing, though he does not know if he would even be allowed to do so. Still, it cannot hurt to ask. Voracious @Aislyn RE: you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody, voracious - Aislyn - 04-30-2022 BUT I HOPE I NEVER LOSE THE BRUISES THAT YOU LEFT BEHIND A I S L Y N @Voracious RE: you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody, voracious - Voracious - 05-16-2022 You twist, I turn, who's the first to burn? You sit and stay, I don't obey. Love is something that has never been a part of Voracious’ life. In the bowels of his birthplace - the place he had been created and trained - he had known only duty and violence. He had been considered defective simply because his heart had yearned for more. Ridiculed because he had dreamed of something beyond orders and forced servitude. Love had never even been a consideration.Now, though he knows it exists, he struggles to understand. Yet he cannot help but wonder at the warmth that bubbles inside his chest every time he looks at Aislyn. Wonders if he already knows it but simply hasn’t been able to recognize it. He nods when she proclaims her own fortune at having grown up with parents, a faintly wistful smile touching his lips. It is certainly something he had never known. The slight smile dips into a frown when she continues however. He doesn’t quite understand how children can be created by accident. It has always struck him as a very deliberate thing. Voracious is mulling that over, deciding how best to clarify when her gaze shifts and catches his, an unexpected question falling from her lips. He blinks, wondering at the abrupt change of subject. But then what she had asked hits him, causing warmth to spread across his skin. Clearing his throat, he glances briefly away in chagrin before forcing his eyes back to hers. “Yes,” he replies slowly. “It’s very… pleasant.” He clears his throat again. “I like it and it… it makes me want to touch you too.” Voracious @Aislyn |