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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 4, 2017 3:59:41 GMT
Rosalind pouted at his words but otherwise stayed quiet as he worked on getting the shards out of her legs, wincing and trying not to jerk away from him. I had a nightmare. She said. I always get disoriented when I wake up from a nightmare. That or she slipped into a depression. But the ridiculousness of her accident overrode that, the embarrassment stronger than the pain from reliving that day once again.
So soon? She frowned, swinging her good leg lightly. When he finished with her leg she looked down at the gauze, surprised at how good it was. She smiled at his offer, though her brows furrowed at the same time. I should just move in. Is that being public? She mused. Can I...can I just stay here from tonight? If we only have a week together before you leave, and I haven't gotten to see you for the past couple weeks I'd rather try to spend as much time with you as possible.
She did flinch when he began working on her hand. That's when she noticed the bandages on his own hand. Demi what happened to your hands?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 4:16:02 GMT
Deimos bumped her forehead, though he didn't look up to her, I told you, you're safe with me. His hands faltered as she asked to stay the night. Had she been reading his mind? Like, more than usual, he meant? I mean if you want. I wasn't going to do anything special tonight. He told her, Except drink this day into oblivion. He added to himself. I want to spend as much time with you as possible, too. He added instead. His gaze went down to his hands as Rosalind mentioned it, and he shrugged.
When I got angry, he began, closing a hand as much as he could to symbolize what he'd done. And then rope. He finished, not wanting to make a big deal of it. He was focusing on her right now, they weren't focusing on him. Again, he pulled out his phone, looking for any shards he may have missed. He pulled out a couple more before seeming satisfied, and pulled more gauze and tape from a couple boxes to wrap her hand up as well.
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▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 4, 2017 4:37:22 GMT
Rosalind shrugged, swinging both legs now, though swinging the injured one was probably not a good idea. We don't have to do anything, I just want to be with you. She mused, keeping her eyes on her legs. She tilted her head a bit, using her free hand to run her fingers through his hair. Unless you wanted to do something. She didn't realize how suggestive that sounded.
Does it hurt? she asked as he wrapped her hand in the gauze. When he was done she moved her now bandaged hand to his hair, her legs going to wrap loosely around him. I'm probably gonna have to borrow a shirt or something to sleep in. She added, smiling lightly at him. I mean I guess I could sleep in my tank top and underwear too if you don't have anything else.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 14:45:19 GMT
Deimos felt like he was blushing, N-No... We can just spend time together. He told her, busying himself with putting things away once he was finished, gently pushing her legs down for the moment, so she couldn't see him if he was blushing. He stared at his medical supplies, Should I bring some with me? He wondered to himself. Even when he was trying not to harm himself he was still clumsy at time. Though his mother had once called it careless rather than clumsy, which apparently still fell under the "self harm" category. He shut the cabinet door and turned back to her, a hand on either of her thighs. And let you steal another one of my shirts? No way. I'll probably have to pack all my clothes just so you won't steal what I leave. He teased her.
He was fine with her staying, but he tried not to drink too much around her, and that meant his drowning out the day would probably have to wait. He looked to her, Are you okay now, or will I have to guide you just to make sure you don't kill yourself? His thoughts got deterred for a moment, and he looked out into his room, On second thought, maybe I should clean up the glass before letting you out.
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▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 4, 2017 15:27:36 GMT
Rosalind smiled, happy that he wanted her here with him. Though honestly, she'd probably have just feigned being too tired to go back to her room so he had to let her stay. It wasn't that far off, she hadn't slept for very long so she was still pretty exhausted. She flushed lightly when he placed his hands on her thighs, pouting up at him. But I like your shirts. They're comfy. I still have one in my room that you're probably never getting back.
She huffed, looking down at her leg. I think I can make it. But you can carry me if you want. I promise I wont step in the glass. She put her hands on his shoulders, leaning up to rub her nose against his. I'll be fine Demi, I'm not that clumsy. I only hurt myself because I was startled and couldn't remember where I was. I'm mostly awake now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 15:59:28 GMT
Deimos smiled, I kind of need clothes. He told her. At given permission to carry her, he nodded and just scooted her off the counter and held onto her, carrying her to the bed. He was able to avoid the glass, but misjudged the weight distribution, and as he let her down, ended up falling over her. He was able to stop himself before falling completely on her, but... He looked at her, trying to gauge how she felt because if he was being honest with himself, he didn't really want to move.
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▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 4, 2017 16:26:28 GMT
I wouldn't mind you not wearing clothes. Her brain spit out before she could stop it. She blushed a deep red, falling quiet as he lifted her and carried her into the room and to the bed. As they fell she let a squeak, her blush deepening at the position they were suddenly in.
She'd never been in a position like this willingly before. And he wasn't moving. She bit her lip, her hand going back to his hair, hesitantly leaning up to brush her mouth against his, the blush still strong on her cheeks.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 17:01:14 GMT
Deimos smiled slightly, but didn't want to break the kiss. After finding out what she'd been through, he didn't want to rush her into anything, but he'd also had a for a while illegal crush on her for a while now. Seeing that she was fine with it, and considering her comment about his wearing clothes, he figured she was at least okay for now, deepening the kiss and getting into a more comfortable position over her.
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▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 4, 2017 17:25:27 GMT
Rosie tried to relax into the kiss, her bandaged hand resting on his shoulder. This was further than they'd gone before, usually it was just a light kiss here or there. This wasn't like that, it was more. And she didn't not like it. It was just taking her a bit to get used to it.
But then, just as he began getting more comfortable on top of her, her mind flashed back to the day of the attack. And suddenly it was no longer Deimos on top of her but those teenagers, and she let out a short scream, shoving him off and sitting up quickly, her breathing labored.
"I-I-I'm sorry." She stammered, forgetting to speak telepathically for a moment. She was reliving that day all over again for the second time today, and she hated that her mind went back to that time so easily. And she hated that it happened now, when she was with Deimos. She curled into a ball, tears filling her eyes at the realization that she ruined the moment. I'm sorry. She repeated, hiding her face in her arms.
Mostly she hated herself right now. That she was still haunted by that day, five years later. That it would probably affect her for the rest of her life. She didn't want this to happen every time her and Deimos were together. He would get tired of waiting for her to be okay with it. He'd leave her, probably for someone who could be intimate without freaking out. The tears began spilling from her cheeks at the thought. ...sorry...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 17:43:42 GMT
Deimos cried out as he was pushed off, narrowly missing the shards of glass. Should really clean that up. He thought, though his thought stopped as Rosalind started apologizing. His heart sank, and a frown became deep set on his face. "No," He said in just above a whisper. He got up, crawling back on the bed, pulling her into a hug, though one she could easily leave if she wasn't comfortable with touch at the moment. "No, no, no, Rosie you don't have to apologize." He assured her. He wasn't sure whether actual talking or communicating telepathically would be more soothing for her.
He realized then the true impact those humans had done. He knew to be more sensitive about ~stuff~ with her already, but he had a feeling there'd be a lot more times he'd be pushed away by her. More times where he had no idea how to help her. He bit his lip, deciding he'd try to do some research on how best to support her later. "Maybe you should just get some sleep." He suggested to her, his voice still soft.
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▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 4, 2017 18:10:26 GMT
Rosalind sniffled, melting into his hold and burying her face in his chest. I didn't mean to freak out. I just...I had the nightmare and then my mind went back and--and I know you wouldn't hurt me but... She trailed off, pressing closer to him. I'm sorry. She apologized again, even though he told her not to.
She pulled away from him when he suggested sleep, quickly shaking her head. Despite how utterly exhausted she was, she knew that if she tried to sleep right now she would only have another nightmare, and she didn't know if she could go through that a second time and wake up okay. It was a wondered she hadn't slipped into her darker mood the first time she woke from a nightmare.
Still she slowly laid back, chewing on her bottom lip and looking at Deimos. I won't be able to sleep. I'll just have another nightmare.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 18:22:30 GMT
Deimos buried his face in her hair when he saw she wouldn't push him away again. He shook his head, You have nothing to apologize for. He assured her. At her mention of not being able to sleep, his eyes drifted to wine bottle, still sitting on the floor, waiting for him. Bear with me, but I have an idea. Her told her, slowly pulling away.
He didn't actually know how she felt about alcohol. She had just turned 18 within the last couple months, and he wasn't one to encourage underage drinking (even though he did it himself). Presenting it in a more civilized manner than previously, he poured a small amount of wine into a glass for her, and then a lot slightly more in another glass for himself. As he walked back to her, he paused, realizing the glass really wasn't going to clean itself up. He handed her her glass before setting his on the nightstand - on the other side of Rosalind - and cleaning up the glass real quick before smiling to her, clinking their glasses together, "To our crappy pasts, may it not affect our futures." He said, sitting down next to her and taking a sip.
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▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 4, 2017 18:43:35 GMT
Rosalind watched as he moved away from her towards the wine bottle, a look of confusion on her face before realization dawned on her. She'd never actually had alcohol before, and was never too keen on trying it. Not that she had anything against it (okay maybe she had a little something against it but only because of how much Deimos drank) but it was never something she'd think to try herself.
Still she sat back up, taking the cup in her hands and watching as he finally cleaned up the glass and returned to sit next to her, bumping his glass to hers. She gave a tiny smile, bringing the cup to her lips and taking a sip. She made a face at the taste, pulling the cup from her mouth and sticking her tongue out at Deimos. How can you drink this all the time? She questioned. She brought the cup back to her lips anyway, taking another sip, longer this time. It was still a gross taste but the warmth that flooded her chest was somewhat pleasant.
She took another sip.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 23:52:56 GMT
Some of it actually tastes good. Wine is an acquired taste, and you could still like red wine, or Rosé, or maybe a less dry wine. He told her. He sipped at his drink, raising an eyebrow and giving her a smug look. Really must hate it, huh? He teased her. He got up, bringing the wine bottle closer to them. I like it because it puts you to sleep and helps you forget. He said honestly, pouring a little more into his own glass.
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▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 5, 2017 0:12:18 GMT
Rosalind stuck her tongue out at Deimos, bringing the cup back to her lips. After drinking most of the cup the taste no longer affect Rosalind, which she wasn't sure was a good thing or not. Does it help you forget this horrible taste? Because I'm pretty sure it's working. She mused, continuing to take small sips until her drink was almost gone.
She reached over Deimos to grab the bottle, pouring another cup and drinking that one faster than she'd drank the first. I guess it's not too bad after you get used to it. She mostly liked the warm feeling it gave her more than anything. Rosie giggled lightly, drinking the rest of her wine and holding her cup in her hand debating on getting a third. She was starting to feel a bit strange.
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