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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 3, 2017 0:25:12 GMT
Rosalind pouted a bit at his words. She wasn't as bad as before now that it was only Deimos in the room with her, and she could easily sort his emotions from hers. But the empathy was backing off, thankfully, and her head was a lot less foggy and pained than it was just a few minutes ago. Enough that she wasn't afraid of crying again.
She took a step back, tilting her head up to look at Deimos. His emotions were almost completely out of her system, but she knew it was because her powers were taking a moment before attacking her again and not because he was feeling better. Rosie took a deep breath, reaching up to cup his cheeks gently, not offering him any sort of explanation as to what she was doing. She'd only done this once before, with her brother years ago, and that had been in a panic, when her powers had first manifested themselves. She wasn't sure if she could do it again but she would try.
Rosalind closed her eyes, pulling Deimos' forehead down to hers. I don't want you to hurt anymore... She thought softly. She gently willed his pain into her own body, feeling fresh tears spring behind her closed eyes and forcing them away. She was hoping this was actually working.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 0:42:40 GMT
Deimos leaned into her touch, eyes closed softly. He felt the ache seem to leave his body, and though his kept his eyes closed, a look do confusion crossed his face. He didn't know she could do... whatever it was she was doing. The ache and the thoughts mostly subsided, but they were still there, no longer quite racing through his mind, but just existing. He separated their foreheads, guiding his lips to hers, a longer, and somewhat vulnerable, kiss to her lips. He had always been scared of falling in love, scared of making friends, worried they'd turn on him. But she never had.
He didn't know how to respond, he felt like he'd hurt for the rest of his life, however long that ended up being. The emotional pain and toll of his species seemed to affect every single one of his kind he'd met. Even the few teachers that were werevamps, "normal" enough to pass through the human world and higher positions in the school with some ease, which he'd only seen two the entirety of his time being at the academy, had an air of depression about them, even if they never outwardly admitted it. You'd wear yourself out trying to stop that. He told her finally.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 3, 2017 1:12:16 GMT
Rosalind, though she wanted to take away all of his pain, was silently glad he'd pulled away when he did. She wasn't entirely sure how much more she could have absorbed, and she probably shouldn't have taken in as much as she did considering it was only her second time doing this, and it left her fairly exhausted. She leaned into the unexpected, but very welcome kiss, sighing lightly when it was over all too soon, and stopping herself short of kissing him a second time.
Maybe. She replied, her hands sliding into his hair. She did kiss him then, not really wanting to fight the urge, and figuring since they were dating now it was okay to kiss him as much as she wanted and not just wishing she could. I'd rather try though then watch you be in such pain. She blinked her eyes open, rubbing her nose against his lightly and smiling a bit sadly. This is only my second time doing it. The first time was in a panic, when my brother died. It was barely a year before I came here, and the first time my powers manifested themselves. We'd... She trailed off, taking a deep breath even though she wasn't speaking out loud.
He'd convinced me to go play a prank on some human teenagers camping near our home. He was always the one getting us into trouble, planning our pranks. Rosalind felt fresh tears fill her eyes and she didn't bother to blink them away, letting them fall down her cheeks freely. We messed up. We got caught. We tried to get away but--they caught me first. Adair came back to save me. They-they cut off his wings and tortured him. When they were done they turned on me. They cut my wings off first and then...the boys...there were three of them and--and they-- She couldn't bring herself to actually say it, and let out another sob. They left us to die. Once they were gone I crawled over to Adair. He was alive, but barely. And I held him in my arms and kept him calm, taking his pain away as he died.
Rosie couldn't say anymore after that, and opted to bury her face in her hands, unable to stop the sobs. She didn't know why she told Deimos that, but once the words started she couldn't get them to stop, and she truly hadn't wanted him to know, at least not yet. She didn't want him to think she was tainted, or damaged. She never wanted to see the negative side of her. When she managed to calm down a bit she said, I still have nightmares sometimes, about that day. That's why I couldn't sleep last night. Every time I close my eyes I can hear his screams...see them...feel them...I hate it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 1:34:25 GMT
Deimos listened to her story, his mind seemed come to a full stop, just her words were there. He felt like his heart broke when she talked about her brother, but then a surge of anger washed over him. How dare they. How dare those humans have the audacity. All this time she had been suffering with this in silence, he never cared to ask. He didn't know what had happened to her wings, but he supposed he had always assumed it was an accident of some sort.
He should've known it was humans. They hated everyone different from them, even within their own species. He couldn't get the anger to subside, feeling like he was projecting that to her now. He took deep breaths, it was in the past. He couldn't time travel. He'd damn well try, probably, and heaven forbid he ever crossed the humans that did that to her. Your safe now, he assured her, bumping her forehead again and giving her a smile. No one will hurt you again. He promised, then added an addendum, At least not while I'm around.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 3, 2017 1:49:58 GMT
Rosalind was so wrapped up in her own pain in recounting the past that even though she could feel Deimos' anger, it barely fazed her, barely cutting through the fog surrounding her mind. She didn't think that after five years, the pain would be this fresh. The memory was so clear it was like she were remembering it from yesterday. It probably didn't help that the nightmare kept the memory alive, and it was still so very fresh from last night.
The fog finally started to clear when Deimos began to speak, and she forced herself to concentrate on his words and not let herself get dragged back to that day. He'd already seen more than she wanted to, she refused to allow herself to slip into another depression. It would be too much.
I'm sorry. She finally replied, wiping at her tears with her sleeve. I didn't mean to dump that on you after... After she'd just siphoned his pain. Was that why she'd told him that memory? Because she'd taken his pain as her own, and reawakened her own pain? Would that happen every time she siphoned an emotion from him? She wondered what would happen if she absorbed some of his happiness, or even something like lust.
The thought brought a blush to her cheeks and she buried her face in her hands again, taking in a deep shuddery breath. I'm okay now. I think this was all just a bit overwhelming for me, it reopened old wounds. She scrubbed at her face again before smiling up at him, softly rubbing her nose against his. Thank you.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 3:28:23 GMT
He watched her carefully, seeing as she composed herself. His chest was hurting again, but for a different reason. For her this time. He ran the back of his finger along her jawline, looking at her as if just noticing her for the first time, a frown deep set on his face. He was amazed at her selflessness, but also worried about how much she clearly hadn't faced her past trauma. His face bunched up at her nose rubs, letting out a short laugh. You don't have to hide with me. He told her softly, taking her hands in his.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 3, 2017 3:50:54 GMT
I know. Rosalind smiled at him as he took her hands in his, sniffling. She was okay now that she'd gotten it out, and hopefully she wouldn't shut down anytime soon. Even though she knew she could tell him anything, and she didn't have to hide from him, somehow him seeing her when she was depressed and unable to function. Especially not now.
It's not like I hide stuff on purpose. It's just you have your own stuff to deal with and you never asked so I didn't see the need to burden you with this. Rosie stepped closer to him and tilted her head up to press her mouth to his, needing the comfort more than anything.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 4:21:34 GMT
Deimos tightened grip on her hands, though not to the point where it would hurt. "Hey." He said aloud. "Look at me." He paused again. "You are never a burden." He told her firmly. "You never have been - regardless of what I may have said when we first met, and you never will be. Okay?" He felt bad now, he'd been so wrapped up in his own problems, he didn't think for a moment that Rosalind probably had problems as well. The majority of the students at the school had some sort of problem. Especially if you looked at ghosts or hybrids. He should've known. Her personality had changed so much since she first came to the school, he should seen the signs. Her change was so gradual though, he didn't think much of it. He rested his head on her shoulder, "I'm tired..." He whined softly. He still felt like he wouldn't be able to sleep though. An idea struck him, but he didn't know how to phrase it without sounding perverted. Hey. Let's nap together. He hoped that sounded a bit better than the other way to phrase that offer, but when he said it to her, it suddenly sounded far too childish.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 3, 2017 4:38:36 GMT
Hearing Deimos' verbal voice startled Rosie, and she looked up at him with wide eyes. She bit her lip as he spoke to her, nodding at his words and feeling her chest tighten ever so slightly. "Okay." She whispered, a genuine smile on her lips. Listening to Deimos say these words to her, when just twenty minutes ago she was terrified of being rejected by him, was a wonderful feeling.
At his next words she smiled a bit, nodding. It was times like these, where he whined at her like this, that showed her he definitely wasn't as bad as people tried to make him seem. It was him showing her this part of him that made her love him int he first place. Rosalind felt as if she could definitely use a nap, she was very mentally and emotionally drained. Did you plan on sleeping in here? Rosie asked, looking around the old classroom.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 5:17:45 GMT
Yes, Deimos replied, not immediately moving his head of her shoulder. Finally, he lifted his head, lazily sliding off the desk and going down to the floor, clearing as much dust off as he could with his sleeve before pulling off his sweater and bunching it up to use as a pillow. The floor was hard and uncomfortable and he shifted a lot before finding a position he could actually pretend to be comfortable in, looking up at her, Care to join me on this luxury bed? He asked her with a playful grin.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 3, 2017 5:31:21 GMT
Rosie watched as he began make space for them to lay, feeling her cheeks heat up when he pulled his shirt off and covering her cheeks with her hands. She blinked her eyes back open at his offer, feeling a smile pull at her mouth, and then giggling at him. This luxury bed looks like it needs some help. She said teasingly. Rosie lowered herself to the group, stretching out next to him and moving so she could cuddle against him, her head resting on his chest. This floor can't be comfortable for you. Do you sleep in here all the time?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 5:53:20 GMT
Deimos snorted a laugh, No, and you're correct, it's not comfortable at all. It's dusty, and hard, but it's a place to be alone. He told her, speaking honestly. He rolled onto his back, wincing a bit before looking to her, C'mere. He said, motioning for her to come closer. The intense feelings were finally subsiding, not just his hurt but the anger as well, and he was hoping he'd be able to sleep, even though this floor usually caused him to wake up in more pain than when he went to sleep. It was one of his first places of refuge though, before he'd had the psychotic break, back when he was just a kid that didn't want to be teased anymore. And as a young twelve year old, sleeping on this floor hadn't caused much more pain than he generally felt. But now... He felt as if his body were getting older too fast. No wonder most werevamps lasted less than 30 years. It's somewhere familiar. I found this particular spot when I first came here. He explained to her, So even though I've grown out of it, it's a familiar place.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 3, 2017 11:03:10 GMT
If you like it how come you don't bring pillows or something to make it more comfy? Rosalind questioned. She smiled a bit, shifting closer to Deimos, one leg wedging its way between his, her arm across his chest and in his hair. Her eyes were closed, and she brushed her lips against his jaw. Rosie could definitely stay like this forever. Well, maybe not on the hard ground but with Deimos.
It's good to have a quiet place, even if its dusty and probably full of cancer. She commented, only joking on the last part. She hadn't quite found that quiet space yet. It was something she desperately needed at times, but she often had to be content with tucking herself into a corner of her dorm until the episode subsided.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 11:26:02 GMT
Deimos laughed, sure he'd thought about doing that plenty, but he really didn't have a lot of spare blankets to leave in a dusty, abandoned classroom. Sure, he could order some from online, he was pretty good at saving money, but it didn't make sense to him to leave them here. His smile remained on his face, That makes too much sense. He joked.
Probably. He agreed to her second comment. Asbestos, or something. We'll have lung cancer within the year. He was only joking, he hoped, but he tried to make it sound like he was serious. It wasn't as easy to do in his head as it was outloud.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 3, 2017 11:36:00 GMT
Rosalind smiled tiredly despite the fact he couldn't see her. She was very quickly losing energy, the events from the last hour catching up to her. She yawned. Maybe I'll bring some them. She thought sleepily. She snuggled even closer to him, yawning again. Rosie didn't bother commenting on his next words, she was slipping into unconsciousness rather quickly.
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