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Tweak says, "Don't forget he pie!"

solong (heartache) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-28 04:12:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 05, merope gaunt, rorschach

Who: Merope & Rorschach
Where: The Clock Tower where she is staying.
When: Day 5
Why: She's being unhealthy and dumb, lol.

Merope was curled in a small ball, her body had been cramping since she came back from that one day. The girl sighed and tensed up her small body, her hand rubbing her lower stomach with equally cold hand. At this point she was moaning and groaning, but she thought she heard the sound of someone coming, her eyes looked up and she painfully shifted her small frame and got onto her hands and knees.

The girl was easily frightened, she moved her lithe frame backwards and hid beneath a table where the darkness crept back by shuffling her feet and her heart started to race.

Gosh, she was scared. Being alone was so awful for her, she thought it might have been someone who killed that woman. If her weakened heart pounded so loud, if it weren't in her chest, she thought someone might have heard it.

"...No." She frowned.

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heartache
2009-05-05 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Merope listened to the sound of his heart beat, she leaned her head back when he stated how his feelings worked and what upset him. She leaned back a little and released his clothing and her hands moved onto his forearms, her fingers gently touching them until she reached his hands. "Thank you for a job well done. --Has anyone ever...touched you?" Merope looked at him, her left hand taking his right and she held his wrist.

Pursing her lips, she moved slowly, so he wouldn't jerk back from her being too quick. Merope easily shifted so her head tilted down and rested her cheek against his palm,"...You are a good man, I feel so safe with you."

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walters_journal
2009-05-05 11:29 pm UTC (link)

Thank you for a job well done.

It was something Rorschach hadn't heard in years. It didn't even matter what it was for, at this point. Whether Merope was trying to thank him on behalf of all the people he had saved from criminals, because of what he had done for her and her simple needs, or because he'd done a good job expressing himself just now.

"Are welcome." he puzzled for a second about being "touched". Of course he had been... though most of the contact he received was in combat.

In response to the supremely kind complement, Rorschach only mumbled, "Was right. You are not a whore."

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heartache
2009-05-06 12:40 am UTC (link)

Merope had such a love to give and had never been allowed, until now, to offer it and someone take it for what it was. She didn't mind showing him what he wanted to see or hear, so she moved a little and lifted her left hand to easily slip and interlace with his right one, then his left. "....Everyone thinks you are so cold, Rorschach, but you are not..." She rubbed her cheek against the top-side of his hands for a second.

"You are so warm. It is okay to do this, if you like it." Merope bit down on her lip for a moment, moving a little and she gave a very slight, slow smile. She did not grin at him, only a brief smile.

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walters_journal
2009-05-06 01:27 am UTC (link)

Rorschach stiffened again, unable to fully process that he wasn't "cold". The truth was, he was cold. Years of bitter cynicism had made him that way.

"Don't mind it," he allowed, "But shouldn't become a whore for me." He stared at their interwoven fingers, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a forced, unpracticed expression that didn't reach his eyes.

He was trying to smile.

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heartache
2009-05-06 02:04 am UTC (link)

Merope preferred slow, loving movements that showed true support for him if he should need it. His words, admitting that he might have liked it gently,"...I..." Merope pursed her lips, her thoughts had begun to get to her. She thought of her father, her brother and how it crippled her.

She felt a familiar sensation in her nose, then up into her eyes and her cheeks turned red. It wasn't something he said or did, it was her and she couldn't face him. Merope breathed gently, after a few, given moments she had felt tears running down her cheeks.

"..Tell me this is alright." her words trembled, finger pulling his in to her collarbone. Merope grew quiet.

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