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fell asleep inside a fantasy, Badden - Casimira - 09-22-2019 CASIMIRA dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah Being reborn is different than being born. @[Badden] RE: fell asleep inside a fantasy, Badden - Badden - 09-25-2019
Wind roared in his ears as he flew, tugging at his hair and brushing along his skin. He was neither warm, nor cool as he soared over different landscapes and territories, high above everyone below. The red-gold and violet stallion often preferred it up here, in a place where he could clear his mind and drown out thoughts. He could just be. Badden toyed with the way his broad, strong wings carry him. The way he could just slightly lean and change course, and how adjusting his angles could allow him to rise or descend. He reveled in his ability to fly ever since he'd really gotten the hang of it, especially with his brother's help. Well, adopted brother. He'd known he was loved. Through most of his life, he'd never been alone. And yet, oddly, he'd found peace in solitude more often than not. Since he'd lost his mother and sister, which felt so long ago now, he'd had trouble truly feeling as though he'd belonged with his "new" family. Of course, he loved and appreciated them. But it was difficult to explain in words the loneliness that accompanied being surrounded by those who shared blood together, but not his. Especially when he knew it was his fault. Reilly and Lacey, even Kirby, had tried to tell him otherwise, but deep down he couldn't believe them. So he flies; to forget, to drown it out. The beat of his heart, the flap of his wings, the serenity of the winds as he merges with them. Before he knew it, he'd passed over all the main herdlands and into the common lands from Ischia. He felt like he never tired, but also that he should return to land at some point. Perhaps meet someone new. With one last pulse of his wings, he angled them closer to his body and gloried in the way his heart and stomach leap as he dove several kilometers until he could make out the layout of trees and pathways better. He then circled a moment, spreading red-gold and violet appendages to slow him some as he looked for a place to land. Badden was tempted to hit the ground running, and determined the meadow wasn't too busy to do so at present. A smile touched his lips as he gracefully landed, transferring weight from his wings to his legs once more. His hooves beat to a different drum as he loped across the main grazing area and toward the trees, wings set close and still raised to feel the windflow. The sun warmed him and accompanied the sweet, slow burn of his muscled body from the exertion. When he finally slows, his neck arches and tail lifts, chin tucked with the slightest smile still in place. And it is then that he sees her. Pure white and flawless, her icy gaze illuminated by the sunlight she bathes in as their eyes meet. His heart rate is already increased quite a bit, but at rest he's sure she could have been the reason for its quickened state. His feathers ruffle of their own accord before settling comfortably at his sides. He has no idea what to say to her, but finds himself drawn to her anyway. Almost subconsciously, his violet hooves bring him in her direction. As he nears, his gaze never leave hers, studying their crystalline hue and wide, round shape. Reilly taught him that the eyes are the windows to the soul, though not always simple to read. It becomes more curiosity that draws him, rather than her undeniable beauty. By the time he stops at a respectful distance to her, his breathing is almost back to normal again. "Hello.. I'm Badden. Are.. you all right?" His voice is deeper at the moment from lack of use and probably a sign his throat is pretty dry from the flight, but that is hardly what he focuses on as he tosses his head to shift his forelock out of his vision to view her better. The sun gleams along the length of his horn and his eyes never leave hers, not missing what he perceives as worry in them. He cocks a rear leg, one ear pricked toward her and the other out to the side, hoping it's not his presence that would cause such a thing. BADDEN RE: fell asleep inside a fantasy, Badden - Casimira - 09-27-2019 CASIMIRA dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah There had been a time when she had been bold. When she never would have imagined that someday in the future she would be standing here warily eyeing someone as they approached her rather than facing them, audacious and fearless. There had been a time when she was not afraid of her dragon form, even though she did not fully understand it. Naively, she had been so eager to master that skill. She can remember so vividly sneaking away from her twin brother to practice her shifting, and how she had enjoyed taunting him with it once she had become proficient. It was something he didn’t have – and she had been sure to flaunt it, laughing and teasing as scales rippled across her skin. RE: fell asleep inside a fantasy, Badden - Badden - 09-30-2019
The breeze gently shifts her forelock and it is like a curtain has parted; a veil lifted. His eyes, still focused with hers, get an even deeper look. He studies them, the pale blue, the shape and the expression within. Moments pass slow between them, hearts beat like the gentle 'tick tock' of time. He can't help but wonder what is going through her mind. If he were Kharon, he wouldn't have to wonder, but telepathy was not his gift. But then of course, thoughts are private. Maybe she was thinking about how handsome he is and that's why she looks so nervous. This thought almost brings one corner of his lips up, but he holds it. He's sure that wasn't it at all, but a guy could hope. In the next heartbeat, her mouth parts and she speaks her name. He finds his gaze travels to her lips and he does smile this time. "Casimira." He repeats in his roughened voice, liking the way it rolls off the tongue. "Pretty." Reilly had once told him that a woman's name was like a shot of the black stuff the man liked so much. To taste it was to walk a dangerous line, for it could go smooth or it could burn sweetly and leave you wanting more. Badden didn't really understand that all too well before, but he thinks he is starting to. She hesitates a bit when answering his question, in such a way that he knows means it might not be truth, but he doesn't press her. She is smiling now, and even though it doesn't reach those sad and worried eyes, he's happy she's giving that little bit. He decides it doesn't really matter what she's thinking and maybe it's better to get her mind off of whatever it was. He finds he would like to see how those blue eyes would look if her smile did touch them. Oh, but then her gaze slides down his neck and over his wings. And just as though his skin could feel their path, his feathers ruffle a bit and he feels an itch under the right wing where sweat was drying into his skin. Lifting it so, Badden's neck flexes as he reaches back to scratch it. In doing so, he certainly does not hope she notices the breadth of his musculature. His head lifts once more when he hears her voice again, asking where he'd come from. He smiles at her interest and recognizes the change of subject, content to oblige her. "I am and I'm not." He laughs lightly, tossing his violet hair back again before continuing. "I'm from Ischia, and that's where I've come from now. Over the last couple of years, I've been..." He breaks his gaze away and thinks for a moment (about the family's displacement, having to take refuge at the Island Resort for a while, his travels with Lacey and Reilly to his homeland) before deciding on something simpler. "Here and there." Eyes like magnets return to hers and his head tips toward her, pointing his horn her way. "What about you, Casimira. Are you not from here?" His voice deepens when he asks it, enjoying the taste of her name once more. His face remains soft with a light smile, inviting her to speak some more. BADDEN omg, terrible. I am sorry lol RE: fell asleep inside a fantasy, Badden - Casimira - 10-04-2019 CASIMIRA dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah She did not expect the heat that flashed momentarily across her body when he says her name is pretty. In an alternate universe, where maybe her childhood was normal, or her dragon-form didn’t lead her into chaos and war and death, she is sure she would have handled a situation like this differently. She would have been emboldened by his compliment, she would have known that everything about her was pretty and she would have used it. She would have been a dangerous combination of her parents – reckless and beautiful, with an unbreakable heart. She would fall in love a hundred times, or maybe never at all and think nothing of it. RE: fell asleep inside a fantasy, Badden - Badden - 10-08-2019
Everywhere her gaze dances over him, causes a chain reaction of pleasant little tingles. With his face turned from her, it's hard to tell if it's real or all in his head. But when he turns back to her, for a split second, those pale blues dart away and he could swear the pink of her cheeks beneath the alabaster seem a shade darker. His lips twitch as he fights the smile from growing, suspecting it wasn't his imagination after all. His tongue peaks out to moisten the violet of his lips as he tries to focus on the topic of conversation and not on how her eyes suddenly avoid his. Badden's head tilts slightly at the way her voice sounds distant, subtle shaky undertones drawing his attention to her even further. She begins to tell him of her origins and her family, but when she trails off, her eyes... The remnant of his smile fades to something more concerned as sadness and what he swears looks like pain fills her expression. He takes a step toward her and lowers his head some so that her eyes might find his again. He aches to erase that look from her face, but finds himself at a loss as to how to do so. Whatever was going through her mind was clearly weighing heavily, and her breathing was coming slightly quicker. He frowns slightly, and before he realized what he was doing, his right wing extended toward her until the longest of the feathers at the tip brushed that rosy cheek. "You're too beautiful to seem so unhappy..." The words are softly whispered when they leave his lips. But the moment he touches her, the contact sends a shocking tingle up the bones of his wing all the way to his chest and he pulls away when he realizes he'd spoken aloud. Ears flicking backward and chin tucking toward his chest, he simultaneously analyzes the strange feeling and tries to backpedal from his forwardness. It's his turn to feel awkward, but his gaze doesn't deviate from her face. "I-" His voice cracks with roughness, so he clears his throat and tries again. "I'm sure you'll go back when you're ready. Sometimes it's good to take time away, to discover what you need." His eyes have taken on a honeyed shade of brown, his heart thumping in his chest in a way he hadn't felt before. He could only hope at this moment that he hadn't said the wrong things. BADDEN RE: fell asleep inside a fantasy, Badden - Casimira - 10-13-2019 CASIMIRA dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah He catches the way her eyes flit away from his face, and then back to it again, and she sees the way a smile dares at the corner of his lips. A part of her wants to laugh, to shake away her embarrassment or at least find a way to own up to it. Had she been herself, had she not been barely holding herself up on such shaky ground, she would have. But instead all she can manage is a small and nervous smile, and she swallows everything away. RE: fell asleep inside a fantasy, Badden - Badden - 10-20-2019
His own heart continues to beat rapidly, thumping heavily in its chamber, even well after he'd pulled away from her. Such a small touch of a feather to her skin was enough to do this to him, and it intrigues as well as scares him just a little. Makes him wonder what a real touch would do, would feel like, skin to skin. The thought has his breath catching for just a second as he tries to contain himself. Eyes locked with hers, earth and sky, he nearly steps forward once more to give in to the temptation, except her words halt him. He hadn't meant to say it out loud, but especially now that she disputes his statement, he can't bring himself to regret it one bit. Badden's lips edge up into something of a smirk, and he gives a slight shake of his broad head, emphasized by his bone-white horn. "You can try to convince me, Casimira, but I think you'll find I'm quite hard-headed." He could swear her speech is meant to push him away, but he is still drawn to her. Something in her gaze, maybe, or something deeper. He has no real conception of what is going on between them, only that it grows increasingly more difficult to ignore. He inhales deeply; the scent of spring and warmth carried on the breeze mixed with her own mysterious mix of smells. Breathing out on a sigh, he studies her. She really believes what she'd said in her quiet admission, the weight of it thick in her voice. Maybe it should make him want to turn away from her, but all he can think about is trying to lift that heavy weight off of her. He has no obligation, no real reason, other than this draw to her he couldn't even begin to explain. Like magnets pulling together, stronger the closer they are to one another. Badden gives a step, then one more, testing the field. "We've all done things, I suspect." For just a moment, he allows the memory of his own faults to flicker over his face. It'd been so long, he barely remembers how they looked- his mother and sister. He doubts he will ever see them again, and that is all his fault. "Does that have to mean you can never be happy again?" At only a few months old, he'd been found by another purple man, brought to his group that became his new family. They raised him as their own, and he loves them for it. For the bonds forged, for the lessons learned. But it never quite replaced that which he'd lost, that which he'd been deprived of, and he'd missed out on that true sense of belonging. Silly, perhaps, but it was how he felt. She smiles as she asks him who taught him to be kind, and his gaze latches on to that look on her face, the most genuine so far. Something inside him responds to it, and he absently takes another small step toward her, smiling softly in return. He's glad to give her kindness, more than he's given to anyone he can remember, even if he doesn't understand why. "Hm, the ones who raised me, I suppose. If I have to pick one..." His tongue peeks out to dab his lips with moisture as he recounts, pretending to mull it over for some semblance of suspense. "I'd have to say the man who I count as close to a father as I've had. He taught me best how to be a man, how a woman should be treated..." Heat rises as his blood rushes through his veins. He remembers catching glimpses of soft touches, whispered words of comfort. Things he'd always turned away from, but knew it was kindness Reilly was giving to Lacey in his repeated attempts to take away her pain and troubles. He never gave up on her. "How to laugh even when it seems impossible." His eyes refocus on her, soft smile in place. They were perhaps two or three feet apart by now, and he was itching to touch her but for the thought that she might not want him to. BADDEN RE: fell asleep inside a fantasy, Badden - Casimira - 10-20-2019 CASIMIRA dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah She doesn’t know if he can feel it too, that delicate thread of tension between them that seemed to pull tighter the longer they were next to each other. It wasn’t lust; Casimira wasn’t familiar with such an emotion, which seemed to be a rarity of her bloodline. Her mind moved too fast to focus on romances and desire, her worry and her anxieties seemingly overpowering any other thought or emotion that might try to break the surface. It’s why she can’t fully recognize what is trying to form between them – or maybe what is already there and she’s just trying her best to not see it. RE: fell asleep inside a fantasy, Badden - Badden - 10-21-2019
"Well, so am I." She says, and her tone of voice has him grinning. There came a spark in her crystal blue eyes that he latches onto, even as it fades with her next words. He chooses to ignore the word misfortune, as well as the way her expression sinks further with whatever skeletons were hiding in her closet. Instead he focuses on the charming prospect that she might care what he thinks about her. Instead he chuckles, dipping his head and then peering up at her from under sandy colored lashes between locks of violet. "If that was an invitation, I would like to take you up on that." His pectoral and deltoid muscles ripple slightly as he takes those steps closer, giving in slightly to the magnetism between them. When she responds to his question, her voice is soft again, and though her gaze breaks from him, his remains glued to her alabaster face. "It seems selfish to try and find happiness if it means someone could get hurt." And the way her eyes slide back to his with that smile, he can't help but read into the words a little. His stubborn nature kicks in yet again, as he flashes her a heated smirk. "I'm touched you would worry for me." His golden red and dog-violet feathers rustle briefly at his sides, as he prepares his next speech. Honey brown eyes bore into hers with sincerity. "Thing about me is, I'm no fragile thing. I'm not afraid to take leaps. Not afraid to fall." Be selfish.. Badden thinks, wanting to know what that felt like. "Getting hurt is a part of life. Teaches us, guides us, makes us stronger. All about how you look at it." He really hopes it makes sense to her, and he doesn't just sound like a horrible cliche. His experiences were with learning to fly and having to take the rough to get to be smooth. About losing loved ones to find new ones, not to replace, but to grow. He tells her about his family, how Reilly was his main mentor in learning kindness. Badden thinks that speaking of his father-figure triggers something in her, but she doesn't show him enough to be sure. Doesn't say anything about it. But she does take a particular phrase from what he said and oh, she laughs as she repeats it. He smiles too, but something hot washes over him and sends tingles down his spine. Badden suddenly becomes hyper-aware of how close they'd become to one another. How badly he wanted to move in, but didn't. He just had to know if she felt it too. The tension is so tangible for him, he couldn't possibly be imagining this pull between them. The moment she steps closer, he thinks he has his answer. His chin lifts slightly so as to tilt the point of his horn away from her. His heart pounds so loud in his chest, he gulps to keep it from exploding, certain she can hear it. As her breath wafts over the skin of his neck, he sucks air between clenched teeth and slowly releases it for some measure of control. She says something, but he can't hear it over the racing of.. His heart, or hers? Maybe both. His eyes had drifted closed as she'd obliterated the distance between them, and when her lips touch his shoulder, the contact sends a bolt of wicked heat spreading through him and they snap open. "Casimira," he gasps her name at the shock and subsequent wave of pleasure that sends a shudder to his withers and wings. They rise of their own accord, curved but angled vertically. "Don't stop." His voice had gone breathy and rugged and he almost didn't recognize it as his own. If she might have pulled away, he presses closer, his own lips lowering to a soft place on the side of her neck, surprised again by the velvet heat of her skin and the way that the merest of touches can affect him so. Was this normal? Were they crossing some line they shouldn't? At the moment, he really couldn't bring himself to care. "Be selfish with me.." It comes more as a strong suggestion than a demand, each word traced into her skin, sparking what he swears feels like flames between them. Delicious, sweet fire threatening to consume him. BADDEN |