who is that blonde girl again? (wontremember) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-06-24 17:53:00 |
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"Fanculo, mi stomaco!" Raphael moaned, not for the first time of the day of fasting to which he'd reluctantly agreed. He was taking a stroll around the quad with Valeska at her behest, where other students had gathered to support Understanding's plight.
His hands gripped his midsection and he rolled his head back melodramatically, as if to implore the heavens for the divine intervention of some antipasto.
Val raised an eyebrow at Raphael’s antics. The truth was, she felt terrible but at least he was amusing. “The first two days are the worst and then it gets better,” she told him. Then you just get cranky. “I do not even have hunger pains anymore.”
Raphael cast his fraulein companion a dry look, "I do not plan to do this for so long as that. It is too melodramatic, I think, and that is coming from me." Despite the gentle chastising in his tone that had become regular over the days of the strike, it could hardly be denied that he could be convinced to do any number of foolish things for his friends and teammates at this point.
“Ja?” Val asked, smiling a little. “Well maybe I can make it up to you after the strike is over.” She nudged him gently although her offer was obvious. It was after all the least she could do for him.
The change in Raphael's mood was immediate; a sharp turn away from the hungry lament and towards the piqued curiosity. "Si?" He answered with a creeping smile, that familiar thrill of impending triumph creeping into the corners of his mind. He followed the cue of her nudge and stayed close within her personal space, casting a sideways grin her way.
"No memory games?" He countered in a hint of playful negotiation.
“No memory games, cross my heart I think is the English,” Val told him. She was trying to play at feeling better than she did and this was another way. Flirting and attention were always a pick me up for her. They were almost to a tiny copse of trees before she took his hand. “I promise.”
Raphael let his fingers intertwine with hers as they reached the relative privacy of the little copse, deftly maneuvering himself around so that they were facing each other, his hunger forgotten in favour of his favourite sort of exchange.
"I do not care how your powers work," he said fluidly, "I will never understand how I could forget even one night with a woman as beautiful as you."
“You are very sweet. I promise I will make it up to you later,” Val said, moving her arms around his neck. She felt a little bad about ditching the other protesters, but she was getting very grumpy without food and this was a nice distraction anyway. She leaned in to kiss him.
Raphael's lips met hers with the familiar rush of triumph, one that he hadn't felt in the months since his denouncing of his former ways. It was a sense of victory that used to be the only goal in his waking life, but beyond that nostalgic rush, he found it immediately giving way to a sense of flat emptiness. It was most perplexing to experience anything beyond a mix of desire and conquest mid-kiss, and after a moment of distracted lip-lockery he broke away with a frown.
"Bella, we should not." He said hesitantly, as though unable to believe nor understand his own words. He tried to scramble for a reason, whilst also waving away the familiar Mexican face that was pressing at the corners of his thoughts. "You are... too weakened. It may not be safe."
Val had not meant that they have sex right then and there but his concern gave her pause. Clearly he had taken some kind of lesson to heart because the Raphael of a few months ago would have not said no. She had not planned on sleeping with him right now - it was a future agreement, but there was something afoot with the Italian. “Shall we go back then?” she asked and he nodded in agreement as they walked the rest of the way back to the protesters.