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Tweak says, "You just lost the game."

Chiaki Tachibana (two_last_names) wrote in erato_dr,
@ 2010-12-16 17:07:00

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series: devil survivor, series: neon genesis evangelion, series: nocturne

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[Chiaki's lip curls in an almost-sneer, the almost is important, as she drums her fingers against the altar.]

[Prayer was an idiot's maxim and she would have no part of it. The messily stitched up scar in her shoulder, where her right arm should be, that was her prayer -- and it went unanswered.]

[Instead, she'll tear the pages out of the closest bible she can find,

one

by

one.]

((Voice test, but will be slow until the weekend, sorry.))

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	two_last_names 2010-12-18 03:36 am UTC (link)
	[Chiaki pulls her gaze past him and to the Christian effigy on the far wall, staring down at them with -- compassion. Kindness, soft eyes of burnished gold.] I don't want Him to watch. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-18 04:01 am UTC (link)
	[He looks over his shoulder, and snorts.] Son of God... tch. [He walks over and pulls at it, until there's a cracking noise and the wood splits, splintering under his fingers. He keeps pulling, though, until the effigy tumbles to the ground.] There. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-18 04:07 am UTC (link)
	[Chiaki tilts her head, almost impressed.] If you're stronger than him-- [she leaves the sentence unfinished, leaning back against the pew and holding out a hand for him.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-18 04:15 am UTC (link)
	[He turns, and chuckles, walking back to her and taking her hand.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-18 04:18 am UTC (link)
	[It'd be easier for her to take control if she had... But she doesn't, so keeping her touch light and impersonal, almost cold, she lies back down on the pew bench, pulling him down to her.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-18 04:27 am UTC (link)
	[He smirks, guiding himself down to lie on her. Thankfully he's skinny and doesn't weigh that much, or this could be a lot more uncomfortable.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-18 04:32 am UTC (link)
	[That's--ah. She doesn't like him, doesn't know him, but he's a contradiction -- so much power inside that seemingly frail body, and she wants him; wants a taste of it. That want rises like a tide in her and her arm snakes under his haori, under his shirt, as she presses her lips to his.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-18 04:57 am UTC (link)
	[It's better this way if he doesn't really know her - less to get attached to, fewer memories to fight off later. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her up towards him, and meets her lips, kissing back.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

two_last_names
2010-12-18 05:08 am UTC (link)

[Actually being touched, how long has it been? The wandering and unwelcome hands of demons she hadn't been able to fend off aside... weeks, a month? She doesn't want to react but can't quite help herself, remembered pleasure of what might as well be a lifetime ago stirring within her.]

[Her lips become softer and part beneath his, and she reaches down to guide his free hand under her skirt. If he wants to take this all the way (and she hopes he does), he'll have to do more than his fair share.]

[Like her boots, for starters. There's something so tasteless about having footwear on while coital.]

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	cursedmemory 2010-12-19 12:33 am UTC (link)
	[He runs his hand up her leg gently, stopping just before he reaches her panties, instead circling around to the back of her knee. Maybe she was sensitive there...] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-19 12:41 am UTC (link)
	[Enough for her to adjust, her body becoming less rigid beneath him, more pliant and almost willing. There's prickles on her skin now; the world's been cold since Conception... but it owes a bit to his touch as well.] [She pulls away from his mouth, ducking her head to taste the skin of his neck.] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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