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Sabev Kimyxa (incendia) wrote in lost_world,
@ 2013-10-28 15:30:00

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ranulf ilyien, sabev kimyxa

Finally (Ranulf)
Sabev was in wonder about the ship. When she'd awoken alone in a room, she had at first feared that she was again in the water. But there was no sense of it anywhere nearby, not in amounts that would do her damage. She was able to ease her body's tension and get herself out of the bed. Which was when she discovered everything around her that was hers. The dress that Ilyien had bought her in Electric City. The clothing she had received from him in the black and white world. She now got to see them in color, and they were even more beautiful. (Though the hats were even more absurd when she saw the combinations, she would keep that quiet, however.)

The clothes that she had started this adventure in were also there. Her very own belongings that still smelled of the outdoors and the cold of the mountain. The items that smelled of closeness with Ilyien. She brushed one such garment across her cheek and smiled, then blushed wildly as the memory of the dream came unbidden to her mind.

Another thing that she realized was that he was very near. They were not apart. They were not held back by the horrible sea, or kept apart so that it felt as if she were the only one.

Sabev pulled a fairly modern looking garment out of the closet and slid it over her head, it was soft cotton and touched her in a very delightful way. She settled it around her hips and went to the drawer where she discovered a pair of the strange denim jeans that did not seem like they would be good for long travel, despite what they were made of. They conformed to her body as if they had been made for her as her traveling leathers were, and she took a moment to appreciate the silhouette they created in the looking glass.

The little phoenix picked up a hairbrush and began to run it gently through her curls, humming happily to herself. This was the first time she didn't feel scared or lost. Ilyien's teachings were fresh in her mind and she felt like she could protect herself from almost anything. But it was more than that. She felt safe aboard this strange vessel with its odd metal walls that felt like silk but were warm when she touched them.

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incendia
2013-11-14 12:00 am UTC (link)

She had no idea what came over her, but suddenly Sabev was feeling a little less charitable about Ilyien's ideas about her friends and what they were all going through.

"Stop that right now, Ranulf Ilyien." She demanded, though her voice was quiet. The sternness was there. "What she believes and what she has done are two wholly different things. She has not outed me or you as anything, has kept our secret despite what she feels we should do. Your distrust of her is fine, but I won't have you accusing her of things that she hasn't even done. Niklas is a good woman. She was there for me. She was there when I had nothing. I didn't have you, I didn't have other phoenix, I had only disassociation in my future, and she helped me. She helped me."

Sabev shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest in perhaps the first stern gesture she'd ever accomplished in her life.

"She is a woman of knowledge, of course she wants to know about us. She thought we were stories. I want to know about her, too, does that make me a bad person? I want to know about the strange catboy that runs around, does that make me a bad person? It does not. And it does not mean that I will go blabbing whatever secrets that they might have."

He was irritated, and so was she. Her mouth moved and spat out words that she may not have said to him otherwise. "I had a very wonderful dream recently. You and I, alone in a forest, flying free. There was nothing there but the joy of the moment. Peace. Happiness. I want to see that in you in reality. I want to see that look in your eye. It was only a dream, and yet I was happy. It was only you and I, we were the only phoenix in all the world, much like we are now, but I didn't feel so lost, and you didn't seem so ... withdrawn. That's how it should be. Not this, always fighting, butting heads. We have only one another, Ilyien. We are the only two."

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ignis_quaedam
2013-11-17 01:05 am UTC (link)

Nothing slipped through the iron of his mental walls, but behind the grim eyes that stared at the floor just shy of Sabev's feet, a great mass of conflict and alarm tore through him.

Had it been his fault? Had it been his dream or hers? She described exactly what he'd dreamed. Had he infected her with a desire at once too lofty and too broken to abide? Words clogged and failed in his human throat. His thoughts fragmented under longing as deep as pain, under duty as strong as diamond.

We are the only two.

But that didn't make it right. He raked a hand through his hair and tugged hard. She'd called it wonderful. He would have called it desperate. His eyes burned, and he grit his teeth together. He should leave. He should leave now. Now, before he did anything... anything foolish. Where was his control now? How had it broken so completely?

When he turned toward her door again, blindly grabbing for the handle, he found his traitorous human form was trembling. He'd stood before an army of humans, before dark and murderous intent, before the VERY breaking of a world, and before the glass structure entombing the remainder of his son's life, and he'd never in his recollection ever been so shaken. His fingers had gone numb. He tried again at the handle.

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incendia
2013-11-18 01:54 pm UTC (link)

Sabev saw her friend fumble, a thing that she had never imagined was within Ilyien's physical abilities. He'd always been so sure of himself, at least when it came to his own body. A warrior through and through.

"Ranulf..." Her voice quieted, and she stepped forward to lay a gentle hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

It disturbed her to see him like this, and all of the irritation fled from her mind quickly. She had only concern now. Had she said something terribly wrong? Had she offended him in some way? It didn't quite feel like that. Anger was a thing she knew from him, so was irritation, and protectiveness. This? This was strange.

Sabev didn't think he was ill, either.

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ignis_quaedam
2013-11-19 10:49 pm UTC (link)

-- no -- No --

The last thought broke through his mental shields and broadcasted loudly, with all its grasping desperation, then snapped into static, bright, humming, sharp, too loud to hear anything else. The rest of his senses failed completely. He lost time in that static.

When he surfaced again, it was to soul-shattering desire, a desire making a ruin of his stability and his honor, repeating in a self-feeding loop - his mouth, her mouth, his skin, hers, and the soft and maddening crush of her human form against him.

He'd pinned her against her wall. His mind struggled to catch up. He'd pinned her against the wall. His hands were pulling at her, his hands were devouring animals, crawling with senseless abandon over any part of her he could reach. Her hips, her sides -- the desperation pushed him harder, made him fill his palms with her -- and it wasn't just his hands that obeyed that desperation.

He hazily realized that her feet were completely off the ground, and he'd ground his hips against her with such pressure that it alone would have held her against the wall. But it was more than that -- no space between their chests, now, and ah, he was kissing her, filling her mouth with his tongue, all greed and hot wanting. A sound rattled out of his throat, not a growl and not a groan, but something in between.

This was not their way. This was a human response, and the shame of that realization broke through the blur of desire enough to let his sense of right emerge. He gripped her waist - tight, hard - and stepped back, catching her weight in his hands before lowering her feet to the floor. He couldn't look at her.

"I'm so sorry," he brokenly said, and his voice was thready and raw. "I'm so sorry, Sabev. I'm so sorry."

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