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Post by Jish har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 16:52:54 GMT -5
He nodded. "Mine, all mine forever and ever," he whispered and the thought of someone trying to steal Sabine edged its way into his thoughts. "Mine," he growled possessively, teeth coming together through the soft skin at Sabine's neck - making him. "Everyone should know."
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 17:01:05 GMT -5
Sabine tensed as he was bitten, then made a soft, pleased murmur. "forever and ever." he echoed Jish's words. As long as Jish is around, Sabine's quite certain he can come to no harm, and he might very well live to be 'forever'. "Can we find people to turn into demons today?" he asked, hoping to turn Jish's frisky mood to his advantage;he wanted to go wandering. Again.
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Post by Jish har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 17:06:16 GMT -5
Hmm, incept humans with Sabine or wander about the Rodrae camp, making sure no one was causing trouble? What a hard choice that was!
"Later," he said, lapping at the blood the beaded upon Sabine's skin. "I promise."
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 17:11:12 GMT -5
Sabine scowled at Jish. Fearless. "You better not forget," he warned. Granted, Sabine's never tried incepting someone... He continued to glare at Jish, trying to look fierce, and lethal, but looking more like a petchulant, pouty boy than anything else.
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Post by Jish har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 17:18:19 GMT -5
"You look so cute when you glare," laughed Jish, pinching Sabine's arse. "Of course I won't forget, I'll be happy to show you how to incept the angels," he said, pressing his lips to Sabine's again. He wanted to share breath, to taste Sabine's soul.
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 17:20:40 GMT -5
Sabine returned the kiss, turning it into a sharing-of-breath. His soul was hot, fickle, the colors like an oil-painted kalidescope. "I'm. not. cute." he says, then kisses Jish again.
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Post by Jish har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 22:06:30 GMT -5
"Yes you are," insisted Jish, a smile quirking his lips upward. "Very, very cute indeed." To soothe the young har he kissed him again, silencing any protests Sabine might make.
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 22:21:08 GMT -5
Protests silenced, Sabine gave in to Jish, sending his guardian, mentor and sometimes lover, a volley of strange breath-images that swirl and fade into one another; crows feeding on carcasses in the burning fields, mice scurrying through the mall at dusk, and once a hawk flying high overhead. Mingled with these 'sights' are impressions of memmories: a mouse squeaking a soft warning before the image fades out revealing yet another swirl of color that turns out to be an image of Jish himself. There was no overt violence in the imagery or their colors, just an undertone that it could occur, would eventually occur; an aftertaste like cedar.
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Post by Jish har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 22:43:05 GMT -5
He let the images, the very essence of Sabine wash over him like the ocean tide and when his lover receded he flowed forth - an inexorable force. He was like satin and velvet draped over steel with a taste of burnt chocolate. Flashes of heat, unexpected violence that seemed as though it was soothed by Sabine himself.
But overall was an unyeilding sense of love, for Sabine and for the tribe, and a burning desire to protect it all.
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 22:55:11 GMT -5
Sabine clung to the images, drank them in, wallowing in the feeling of belonging, protection and love. This was what he'd been seeking all his life, in trying to follow his father's footsteps into the Church; and the God of his parents had not spoken to him; only the Demon, Jish, had done that, coaxing Sabine from the relatively privilidged lifestyle he had lead... "love" he breathed, intoxicated by the feeling.
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Post by Jish har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 23:03:15 GMT -5
Jish agreed, he agreed on a most fundamental level with Sabine. His arms tightened around Sabine and he poured all of his possessive adoration into the young har, wanting to show him just how much he adored him. How much he loved him. Beneath it all ran a chant of 'mine-mine-mine-mine'.
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 23:17:49 GMT -5
Sabine's soul blossomed under the lavished attention. His hands slid from Jish's shoulders to his back, unconsciously tracing random patterns down Jish's soft skin. "Forever." His dark eyes lost focus as the young har 's mind wandered from thoughts of incepting other hars, writing novels, and other such things to the distraction of Jish's spirit and body. The disharmony within himself - security with being here, being with Jish, a want of Aruna and the want to wander and be away from it all, roiled, and the cracks within his mind became more unsettled with his indecision over which he wanted more.
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Post by Jish har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 23:27:02 GMT -5
Well, Jish knew what he wanted and it was aruna with Sabine, so when he sensed the cracks within the har widening, he manouvered them so that Sabine lay beneath him. "I am going to make you scream to the heavens," he murmured and began to kiss along Sabine's collar bone, working his way down and further down.
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 23:31:26 GMT -5
Sabine glared, full of lust and wrath in equal measure. He pretends that Jish's kisses don't make his blood race, but it's all a blatant lie; the truth is etched in his willing posture.
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Post by Jish har Rodrae on Mar 1, 2006 23:37:41 GMT -5
"You are like a little thunder cloud, Sabine," purred Jish.
Afterwards, he lay curled about Sabine, his left hand rubbing lazily at the har's belly. "A wonderful, majestic little thunder cloud whose lightning is just as vicious as his thunder."
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