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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 23, 2013 9:07:20 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
Nikita was not one to do this sort of thing usually; she was one to sit in the corner and scare off anyone that dared an attempt of drinking with her... but for some reason Dedrallow had managed to get under her skin enough in order to drink beside her, talking and joking with her as if she was indeed his friend. They certainly didn't hate each other... and they both knew more about each other than others did; the sort of information that they could use to burn the others reputation if the whim ever came to mind. Dedrallow knew she had failed to protect her foster parents, she had unknowingly left them to die: he could destroy her if he thought to spread the story. But he hadn't, same as she had not advertised the fact that Rogue was his daughter, born from a time when he had masqueraded as a woman. That little fact didn't bother her: after all, Changelings were able to change their genders when it suited them. Did that make them all genders... or genderless?
The banshee nearly slapped herself, she was thinking too much, and after Dedrallow had told her not to think. Plus, she'd also decided to explore this as far as it went.
“You’re right... do you know a place more….private…we can go to?”
Nikita felt as if she had split into two separate people as she moved off the bar stool while Dedrallow held her hand and bowed to her. Since when had courtly manners find their way into this wanderers repertoire of behaviors? Had she suddenly turned into a lamb that was walking into the lion's den? One half of her still seemed to be sitting on that bar stool drinking herself into oblivion, ignoring the world... while this other half that she had full feeling and awareness of, but little to no control over it. Nikita was beyond drunk to care right now.
The banshee fished around for her coins but came up empty.
“Ummm.... Nate?” she called out, bring the barman to her attention with a rather sheepish expression on her face, classic 'oh shit, no coins' look. Nate sighed and shook his head with a good natured grin. “Alright. I'll fix you up this time... but you pay me back tomorrow, you hear?”
“Yes sir”, Nikita responded with an awkward drunk salute before turning on her heel and walking out of the tavern... her brain taking a moment to catch up and realize that Dedrallow still had a hold of her hand. She shrugged simply and continued walking.
Dedrallow's inn may have been too far away, but Nikita had what could pass as local knowledge that there was another inn merely stumbling distance away from Nate's tavern. The banshee had stayed at this inn once before, a long time ago when virtually no one knew who she and her brother was... fortunately no one at the inn remembered her either. Nikita headed straight for a spare room, as this inn tended to accept payment for their rooms the day after, rather than in advance. Dedrallow had asked for private, this was as private as it could get. She led him to the door of the room before letting go of his hand and walked through on her own... if he was still set on 'figuring it out', to take his wording literally.
Nikita unbuckled her belt with sword and daggers still attached to place them on a chair that was at the side of the room before removing what little armoring she actually wore. She wasn't a knight or soldier, so her armor was simple and had nothing elaborate to it, and while it appeared to be of a gold color, the color itself was fake. Gold armor would have cost more than she could afford, but it was fake... and light weight, perfect for a banshee. But it was strong... which made it good enough for her. Her armor only covered her torso, simply to protect her vital organs; and it was scratched and dented from her various scrapes with danger. In fact, if Dedrallow thought back to when they had met he would remember she had been wearing it back then first. Once she had removed it she set it down with her weapons as well.
The young woman walked, or rather stumbled back towards the middle of the room, coming within sight of the doorway where she had left Dedrallow.
“Private enough for you?” she asked with a faint grin. Merciful gods in the stars above! With the aid of alcohol no less, Dedrallow had actually managed to get the beginnings of a smile out of the ice-queen banshee. He had achieved something that no one else had managed in over ten years! But how... why? How in all the names of the gods had Dedrallow managed that?!
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 23, 2013 10:40:23 GMT -5
Dedrallow happily followed Nikita wherever she decided to lead. He figured she must know a place that they could go. Of course he was thinking of a private room, and he just hoped that she would think that same thing too. Dedrallow was beginning to get really horny. Although he was a guy (at least right now he was) he was cool and collected for the most part and those emotions really didn’t bug him that much, but it was as if he was a different person when he was drunk. This is the time when he really felt like a man. He watched as Nikita took him to a place that wasn’t too far away from the tavern, he was happy that she figured out what he meant when he said somewhere private. He didn’t say a word as she got a key for a room and made her way there. He stood in the door way as she slipped in and began to take off her armor. He could feel his mouth water. He really just wanted to push her on the bed and get it over with. But, there was a time for everything and he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could. He didn’t want to rush anything. There was no reason they couldn’t take their time and enjoy the ride for as long as they could.
“Private enough for you?”
He could see the small grin on her face. She was even prettier when she smiled. She should that more often. Dedrallow took a few steps forward, as he placed his hands upon her shoulder and kissed her lips a couple of times. Each kiss made him want more. It was as if he couldn’t get enough. More, more, more, that was all he could think about. He began to pull gently on her top, forcing it slightly down her shoulders, revealing smooth white skin underneath. Her cleavage was showing. Dedrallow bent down and began to kiss her breast kissing all the way up to her neck before he began to kiss her lips once again. He pulled back as he whispered. “Are you ready for this?” He asked. “What is it that you want?” he said. He was all about pleasing the other gender. No point in making it all about yourself. With that he took a step back and took off his shirt, throwing it on the ground. He had a good tan going on, muscle tone, and some hair on his chest – the mark his sister had made those years ago however was visible as it was about 2 inches long and ran down right where his heart was.
“Nikita,” he whispered her name as he began to kiss her neck, letting his hands run up and down her back. He knew she was new to all this. He wanted to take it slow for her. He didn’t want to freak her out or anything and suddenly change her mind. He wanted to give her a chance to say what she wanted to do or what she wanted him to do to her. This seemed almost weird, how just in a matter of moments here they were in a private room. It seemed impossible. After all this was Dedrallow and Nikita doing all of this. It was absorb, but it was true. Would they wake up in the morning and regret this decision? What would happen after this? What friendship or whatever they had….it would be different after this. Would Nikita run off and he wouldn’t see her again? How did he feel about it all of a sudden? Dedrallow wasn’t sure what tomorrow held. All he wanted to focus on was the moment. Right as he kissed her neck and ran his fingers down her back.
“Nikita,” he whispered her name once again, like sweet ecstasy escaping his lips.
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 24, 2013 16:16:23 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
During the whole lead up to the moment that Nikita had led Dedrallow out of the tavern to an inn and private room, the changeling had constantly been asking himself how far this ice-queen banshee was willing to go. How far was alcohol allowing her to relax and lower her guard to the point where she wasn't tempted to simply draw her sword and chop his head off instead? Oh, it had lowered her guard alright... she had relaxed and allowed him to get close to her... very close. All of Dedrallow's questions had been answered: an in quiet a spectacular fashion. Even Nikita had surprised herself with how far she had allowed herself to see how far a simple kiss could lead. Dedrallow had shown how experienced he was from life of several encounters... and even Nikita learned something about herself.
She discovered that she had enjoyed every frenzied moment of it.
Afterwards they had both collapsed on the bed exhausted, and still very much drunk from the amount of alcohol they had both consumed. There had been no real reason for them both to stay in that bed together after everything, but Nikita found herself reluctant to move – not that she could without stumbling from being drunk and beyond tired. She was barely conscious, fighting off from falling asleep for a few moments more as they continued to kiss in their haze. Nikita hadn't thought she was even remotely capable of finding herself in this state with anyone with how tight a leash she kept on herself much of the time. But still, Nikita settled down for the night when she started to pass out, snuggling close to Dedrallow with her arms around him, tucking her head under his chin.
Her usual night-terrors of the day her parents had been brutally killed failed to come calling that night as well. Perhaps she was too drunk to notice? Or too exhausted? Nikita had no clue, but for once since that day she slept easily – partially thinking that this was the calm before the storm of when she would wake totally sober and they would both react with 'oh shit' and try to tear each others throats out – being completely crazy in their own rights. But she slept easily, not waking up once to scream out her lungs as she normally would have.
When she did wake up though, her head was pounding as if it were a drum being struck with a stick. That could mean all of one thing: hangover. Nikita groaned and rolled onto her back, rubbing at the side of her head and eyes with a hand, trying to simply will the pain away. Sadly, things simply didn't work that way, her arm flopping back onto the mattress in reluctant defeat. Nikita gained at least another hour of sleep before she awoke once more, sitting up and looking around the room to gather her bearings and answer some questions that were starting to plague her.
Why did her neck hurt? Why was she naked? What had she done last night? Where was she and how in tarnation had she gotten here? And would Jon be royally ticked off at her that she hadn't come back last night?
Slowly her blue eyes fell upon the figure that was laying in the bed beside her, recognizing them instantly as Dedrallow. Well, that answered some of her questions, and if he was in a similar state of undress then that would answer a few more. Nikita however didn't freak out those might fear of her doing – she did not leap from the bed to draw her blades and stab Dedrallow repeatedly to leave behind a bloody mess in her wake... nor did she scream as if she had been drugged and raped. No, Nikita just sat there quietly with blankets pulled up to cover her shame and starred off at a wall, contemplating the situation. She remembered everything that had happened the night before now that her mind was a little more conscious to process things properly.
Did she even regret what happened? To be entirely honest, Nikita wasn't sure that she did regret it at all.
((OOC: Yay for censorship.... *head-wall*))
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 25, 2013 9:11:07 GMT -5
Dedrallow opened his eyes, blinking a few times the bright light causing his eyes to blur. He felt groggy and as if someone had hit him upside the head with the hilt of their sword. He pushed himself up from the bed; the events from last night were all mixed up. He remembered being at the tavern and drinking beer, he then remembered that Nikita was there as well…and then…Dedrallow looked to his left to see Nikita sitting on the bed, seemingly naked, and covering her body with the covers. Dedrallow glanced down and noticed that he too was naked. So what did happen last night? He placed a hand on his throbbing head. He hated hangovers, but then again did anyone actually like them? He shifted his weight as he tried to clear his mind, the memory of what had occurred last night eventually flooded back into his memory. He remembered every detail. As he looked at her now, he could only picture her the way she was last night, laying on the bed, her back arched, and moaning out as the….Dedrallow shook his head.
“Good morning,” he muttered. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say or what he was supposed to think. Yeah, sure last night was great…but it wasn’t just normal sex. It was Nikita for goodness sake! He sighed, it wasn’t as if it was a bad thing, but he just didn’t know how to wrap his head around it quiet yet. It seemed like him and her were always walking around thin ice when they were around each other, the wrong step could have the whole thing come crashing down. Was Nikita mad at him that they did that? He was surprised she had yet to say anything….or even more surprised that she was still here. But….did that mean she didn’t regret it? That she accepted that the fact that they had sex? Did she want more? Dedrallow turned and looked back at her and wondered what she was thinking right this moment. Dedrallow didn’t regret last night at all. He would do it all over again if he could, but he wouldn’t admit that, because the ice could crack if he did.
“A-are you alright?” He asked her in a kind tone. He didn’t want her to freak out and lash out at him and he was afraid he might have done something….wrong. Yes, they both agreed to it at the time…but they were drunk. He knew Nikita was a virgin at the time and he…darn it. He just couldn’t think straight, his head was killing him. Dedrallow would have had sex with anyone and it wouldn’t have been a big deal, then why was it such a big deal that it was with Nikita? I mean, he had been the first for many people before and he never seemed to care. So why was this any different? It wasn’t. Dedrallow just had to act like he always did. But, that wasn’t easy for him to do. He looked at Nikita and waited for her to answer him…he couldn’t help but wonder how she felt about him? But, he guessed the real question is what he felt about her? He didn’t know. He really didn’t. If he had to choose between hating her and liking her than he liked her….but his thoughts were too cloudy right now.
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 25, 2013 14:36:41 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
Her head was killing her and even the room was starting to spin like a top, making her groan and put her head in her hands, practically ignoring the movement that alerted her to Dedrallow waking up and making the same connections in his mind about the events of the night before.
“Good morning”.
Nikita hesitantly turned her head to look at him. He sounded just as confused as she felt, what were they to make of this now? They weren't acquaintances nor were they friends... and whatever ice-treading relationship they might have had was different now – potentially ruined everything. What had they had in the first place anyway? What... what did Dedrallow see her as anyway – was she just another notch on his belt when it came to one time flings, or was there more to this than met the eye? Nikita may have initially thought 'screw it' when she had agreed to spending the night with him, trying to convince herself that it all meant nothing to her... it was nothing, but now that she had gone through with it, and woken up to find herself in bed with him naked... the banshee actually felt somewhat vulnerable.
“A-are you alright?”
Nikita's gaze dropped and she pulled the covers to her chest tighter, almost wishing that she could just disappear. The banshee wasn't freaking out by the fact that, yes, she had slept with Dedrallow – and it had been incredible – but she was embarrassed and confused all the same. Her cheeks even flushed scarlet as she tried to comprehend everything. How would they cope with this? Go back to normal... or.... Nikita rubbed at the temples of her head, her head hurt too much to think right now. It wasn't just a one night stand at all... it was Dedrallow, the closest person she had to a friend and Nikita suddenly felt like sleeping with him had pushed them closer together than what she could bare to cope with.
Why was she so scared about getting close to people anyway? Or more rather, why was she so terrified of caring for something in a romantic fashion? The truth was, Nikita wanted to... she wanted to let herself fall, but she couldn't do it, she didn't have time for love; she only had time for her brother. Nikita was scared to love because she knew that she would have to divide herself between keeping her brother alive, and keeping her loved one alive. How could anyone choose between two people they so desperately loved. And now that she had slept with Dedrallow...
Nikita didn't hate him, to be honest to herself she actually kind of liked him. He was different, he had listened to her story about how she had failed her parents, and he hadn't agreed with or denied the blame either way, but rather he had stayed neutral: his own troubles and guilt about Rogue being trapped within the forms of animals gave him the ability to understand where she was coming from. Nikita understood his plight too. And their mutual fondness for sweet little Rogue had smoothed over the stormy waters of their initial hatred in order for them to tolerate each other, somewhat. Nikita still wanted to knock his bloody block off, but he was the only 'stranger' that caused her to actually think about the consequences such an action would create, in short: Rogue.
“I don't know”, she finally managed to utter, daring not look at him while she felt so ashamed. Yes, she liked Dedrallow enough... but sleeping with him had made the possibility of romance with someone all too real – and that was what terrified her. If it had been a simple dream and Nikita had woken up alone she could have carried on without a thought that life was any different from normal. But now, everything was different.
She didn't regret what she had done. Nikita didn't have that regret at all. The banshee mainly felt guilty that Dedrallow had seen something in her that no one else had, and she didn't deserve his gaze, his touch, his kindness or his care... Nikita didn't deserve any of it.
Dedrallow had already told her once that changelings were not often ones to love or care about others, but Nikita felt that she was worse: others may come to care about her, but she always stopped herself from caring in return. Nikita would never allow herself to care, about anyone. The banshee deliberately pushed people away so that she wouldn't have to care. Rogue had broken through those barriers, and Dedrallow was starting to break them apart too. Could Nikita even feel love any more, after all these years of pushing people away and hardening her heart?
Nikita didn't know, part of her wanted to run and hide, the other was frozen to the bed and see what Dedrallow had on his mind about events. Would... would she even see him again? If there was the small slightest chance... Nikita didn't know what to think anymore, her head was running in circles, same as it had in the tavern, same as it had back in the forest. What was this wanderer changeling doing to her brain?!
“I'm scared...” she finally admitted, her voice quiet. It even sounded like she was holding back what might have been tears. “Scared to care.... about anyone....”
Nikita didn't finish trying to explain, she couldn't... not to him. Not to him. She couldn't even open her lips to say 'I can't do this'. Instead Nikita just closed her eyes and prayed that Dedrallow hadn't heard that last admission.
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 29, 2013 21:48:05 GMT -5
Dedrallow just sat there as he watched Nikita. He never thought he would be seeing her like this. Standing in the forest she was so strong and yet here she was she looked so vulnerable. Dedrallow wasn’t sure what to do. He was uncomfortable in this whole situation. He didn’t know what to do or what to say that was right. She was silent for such a long time, that it just dragged on the already awkward situation. Dedrallow had plenty of one-night stands before, but was this more than just that? Could it be possibly for Dedrallow and Nikita to do this again? But…if they did what would that mean? That they were in a relationship? Dedrallow honestly wasn’t sure what he thought about that idea. He felt like as each second went by, the ice was beginning to crack. He wanted to say something more to her, but he was unable too. What he said was just about as much as he could muster up in the moment. He was at a lost for any other words. What did she want him to say?
“Scared to care.... about anyone....”
Dedrallow’s ears perked when he heard her say that. What did she mean by that? Did that mean she liked him? Dedrallow turned and looked at her. “Nikita…” he whispered as he scooted closer to her. He raised his hands to touch her, to bring her close to him, but right before he touched her he bawled his hand in a fist and let it drop on the bed. He looked away. What were they doing? His head was still spinning and he couldn’t think straight. Him and her? It seemed almost ridiculous to even consider…but then why….Dedrallow shook his head. He turned and looked back to Nikita. He might not be exactly sure how he felt about Nikita and this whole situation….but he did know one thing and that he didn’t want her to feel scared.
“It’s okay,” he told her, “I’m sorry.” He felt like she said that because she regretted what they did. That had to be it. Otherwise why else would she be scared? “It was all my fault….I’m the one….well you know…it’s okay if you hate me….” He wasn’t good with these types of situations. He had set himself apart from the world. He tried to just keep it all about him and Rouge. “I mean….I don’t know….I liked it…a lot…and I don’t want you to be scared…or whatever…but what I mean….” Dedrallow stopped. He sounded crazy and lame. So not the way you acted after you just did that. He shifted his weight as he turned away from her, just in case she wanted to get dress and leave as quickly as possible.
“I’m sorry,”
((I know that it's short & crappy, but I felt bad for yesterday so I tried my best to throw a somewhat decent post even though I feel like crap. )) |
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 30, 2013 13:52:21 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
Nikita looked up when she felt the bed shift as Dedrallow scooted closer to her, surprising her slightly.
“Nikita.”
She had thought that he would just get up and leave her, like he surely had with all his other one-nighters. But he was still sitting there, reaching out to her... could it be possible? No, even he seemed to think that she wasn't worth the extra attention as he let his hand ball up and drop away from her... or atleast, that was how it felt, even as he turned his gaze away from her. Nikita tried not to let it hurt her... he was nothing to her, just as she was nothing to him right? Right? Just another stupid drunk mistake... only this time he had a history with her, rather than his past flings. Just a foolish mistake? The banshee's shoulders sagged and her eyes dropped, fighting back tears. If they were nothing to each other why was it taking so long for one of them to move, to run away and never look back?! Had the ice between them frozen so solid that it was now impossible to move?
Okay, yes, dammit, yes, Nikita liked him enough to be afraid that she might have been falling for this annoying asshole changeling that had saved her life back in the forest... and of all people to see her in such a vulnerable... and naked.... state, it just HAD to be him didn't it? Her brother Jon had seen her vulnerable before when she had woken up screaming from her nightmares of blood stained walls and bandits that she wanted to slash apart with the swing of her sword. And now Dedrallow had seen her, while she was feeling about an inch tall, small enough to squish beneath his boot... and for a completely different reason.
Nikita looked back up when Dedrallow returned his eyes to hers, holding his gaze despite how small and pathetic she felt under those cold cold eyes. Could those eyes ever hold any warmth when looking at someone? Rogue, ofcourse. She had seen that those eyes warm at the sight of Rogue.... not her though. Why should she expect them to be any different anyway. Part of her panicked, fearing that this was the moment that Dedrallow could hiss through his teeth at her to get dressed and get out, leave him alone and never find him again... ever. Banishment from his presence would be another way to phrase it. Nikita would have expected no less. He regretted last night, regretted her... she was sure of it.
“...I’m sorry...It was all my fault….I’m the one….well you know…it’s okay if you hate me….”
What? He thought she was the one that regretted being with him... he thought she hated him?! The banshee almost sighed in relief, he didn't regret her at all.
“But I don't hate you...” Nikita countered quietly.
“I mean….I don’t know….I liked it…a lot…and I don’t want you to be scared…or whatever…but what I mean….”
He mustn't have heard her since he kept rambling and Nikita dared a soft smile, but dropped it almost immediately. She never smiled! But she had to admit that she had liked their session of blind drunk sex the night before. Okay, and she had to admit that if she had been going to sleep with anyone it was better that it was Dedrallow than some complete random – he was an asshole, but Nikita gathered he wouldn't hurt her, considering their past history. Dare she admit it, she kind of trusted him.
The banshee watched the changeling turn away from her, giving her some privacy and modesty if she had wanted to choose that moment to get dressed and leave. Nikita stayed though.
“Dedrallow....” she said softly before moving closer and running a hand up his back to his shoulder, turning him gently to face her. “I don't hate you. If anything I kind of like you, you're different from most others.... you're like me. A royal pain in the ass. And I liked last night too... I never thought... I never thought it could be like that”.
Nikita dropped her gaze, wishing herself not to feel so awkward while she was speaking the truth. Damn the truth! It wasn't awkward, just they were.
“I'm just scared to care about anyone, because I'm afraid I'd loose them if.... if anything happened....”
Nikita ran a hand through her white curled locks of hair, tussling them slightly in a half-arsed attempt at getting the tangles out.
“I thought that you hated me and regretted last night...” she muttered with what sounded like a mild case of 'half a laugh'. Nikita looked back at Dedrallow daring a small smile again, he'd seen past her barriers once already, he may as well continued to see past them. But instead of getting up and getting dressed like Nikita probably should have, she let her memories get the better of her and she leaned forward, taking a hold of Dedrallow's chin and pressing her lips against his in what surely would seem a desperate and inexperienced kiss. She didn't care, she was testing a theory... and it had proved correct. Nikita had felt something when Dedrallow had kissed her the first time, not the drunk blind rage that her senses should have been engulfed with... but rather something that she could only describe as a spark. And it was still there, even in this kiss.
“So I guess this is where we both get up, get dressed and leave vowing to never run into each other again right?” Nikita murmured against his lips when she pulled back. What was it about this man that made her actually crack a few jokes here and there?!
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 31, 2013 10:56:46 GMT -5
“But I don't hate you...”
Those words sunk into Dedrallow. She didn’t hate him….that was a relief. He would have pretended it didn’t bother him if she started to scream at him, heck he probably would be just as loud as she could have been. He wasn’t expecting that. Her light fingers running up against his back, forcing him to turn to look her directly in the eyes as she spoke. He listened quietly as she spoke. It was as if she had taken the words straight from his own mouth. So she felt the same way? She did not regret last night. That made him feels better. Dedrallow’s mind was still hurting though. It was as if he was being pushed back into a corner. He knew that he needed to say something, but he just sat there speechless. What did he think about Nikita? She had openly admitted that she sort of liked him and that she was just afraid to care about someone. He was a changeling…she knew that. What made her think that he wouldn’t just up and leave? But….maybe that is what she was talking about when she said she was afraid.
“Me hate you? Me regret last night? You do have a little sense of humor don’t you?” He finally spoke as he turned to look at her. He spotted her quick smile. It was a rare thing to see her smiling (especially at him) but he liked it. He thought she was even more beautiful when she did smile. Suddenly though Nikita leaned forward and dared to kiss him. He was quite shocked at first. He didn’t think she would ever dare kiss him first (maybe during a night of drunken sex, but not when they were sober) he lifted his up arm and wrapped it around her waist, bringing her closer to him, not wanting to break the kiss. However she soon broke free from her lips stating a joke about how they would leave now and never run into each other. He knew it was a joke. He could tell it in her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her lips once more. Her kiss was like a drug and he was addicted to it. The memories of last night were now fresh in his mind, getting slightly turned on by remember Nikita’s reaction to everything he did. He pulled away and looked at her. He knew now.
“Nikita, you are a fool, you know?” He told her. “I’m, as you know, no good.” He wasn’t sure what he was going with this, but he felt like it needed to be said. Nikita didn’t have to say anything for him to know. There was this connection, that he could no longer denied and when Nikita kissed him, he knew she felt it too. “You would do much better with someone else. Perhaps another banshee? No one choses a changeling willingly. After all I have known to…” he didn’t let the last five letter word slip from his mouth. He felt like it was the right thing to warn Nikita, she couldn’t be thinking straight, she still had a hangover after all. He hated to say it all, but it was the truth and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
“But….if you’re still okay….” He turned and grabbed her hand. “I want to be with you, Nikita. I’m not quite sure what is going on here….but I like it and I don’t want to let that go so easily.” He told her with a small smile. He was very serious when he said that. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about Nikita – but he couldn’t deny that there was something there. Perhaps in the end they will realize that their feelings were only as friends – but there was also a chance that they could fall for each other. Dedrallow wanted to find that out; he no longer wanted to run from this small spark that the shared, it seemed like such a pity. Nikita was different from all the rest he had been with. She knew pretty much all his secrets, while no one else knew he was a changling (beside Rouge’s father, but he found that out a year after they were married) Dedrallow still had a hold of her hand, he wasn’t going to let go until she gave him an answer. Yeah, he was sort of putting himself on the line to be rejected, but he didn’t care.
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 31, 2013 14:05:51 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
Nikita forced herself not to act surprised when Dedrallow had kissed her again, his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She had even tried to resist moaning into the kiss softly, and failed at that dismally. The two reactions coming around in a sound that could be described as nothing other than a squeak. Yes, she had kissed him first now that they were sober, complete with hangovers, but she still wasn't used to being kissed at all. There had been one... simple, innocent, but when she had been a child of fourteen before everything turned upside down... but this was different, these kisses were very different... they were not so innocent, they were daring, passionate even. Even so, Nikita's breath caught in her chest after that undignified squeak, dropping her hand from his chin to rest it against his chest.
Her body shifted as he pulled back out of the kiss, trying to chase his lips to make it last longer, she was becoming addicted to that spark that she was experiencing through those lips he possessed when they were pressed against hers.
“You would do much better with someone else. Perhaps another banshee? No one chooses a changeling willingly. After all I have been known to…”
“Someone I know taught me to lighten up and take a chance”, she taunted with a prod of her finger into his chest. “In fact I think you know him, you are rather close”.
A smirked crossed Nikita's lips as she took pride in the fact that she had used his own drunken advice against him, and the fact that he was known to leave those he had once loved was all too clear in her own hungover mind. Yes, it worried her that if she had fallen for Dedrallow he might break her heart and walk out on her too, but she wasn't quite sure how she felt about him in the first place. But he had made her relax... and she was still relaxed around him, despite how awkward that morning had originally been.
“I want to be with you, Nikita. I’m not quite sure what is going on here….but I like it and I don’t want to let that go so easily.”
Nikita shamed herself with being a member of her gender by blushing slightly, her cheeks turning scarlet in shock that Dedrallow, the man that had seemed only to hate her until the night before had come out and declared that he wanted to be with her, someone that was neither stranger, nor friend. It.... was.... touching. Only her brother had every thought so kindly over her, and his way was always saying that she should let herself love someone other than her brother. It was a different kind of love, but the point remained when it was coming from Jon. Oh Jon, what would he think of her now that she had what so far amounted to a drunken one night stand?!
“I... I.... I'm a flight risk. I've run away.... I left everyone behind... I... I....” she stammered, uncertain of what she should do or say. But yes, she had kissed him already, and willingly.... there was that spark, what she assumed was a connection or at least an attraction between them.
The banshee had to lower her gaze to compose herself, resisting from trembling at the uncertainty and vulnerability that she was faced with. Was she even capable of caring about someone anymore? Yes – she had already proven that with the fact that she already cared for Rogue, and she gathered that she cared for Dedrallow too in the fact that she liked him and hadn't run away by now. There was also the fact that she was still this close to him in bed, naked, without freaking out completely to consider.
'Come on Nikita, you're braver than this remember?' She told herself, convincing herself to look Dedrallow back in the eyes.
“I guess... I could take a chance for once”, she murmured softly. “I don't know what's going on either.... it kind of frightens me... but I like it too... I don't understand why...”
Nikita dared herself to steal a kiss from Dedrallow again, pressing her lips against his softly, teasing the sensation from the spark that she felt. It lingered longer than the other kisses from that morning, almost as if she was exploring everything again now that her brain was not addled by the potent allure of alcohol.
“I want to be with you too”, she whispered against his lips when she finally pulled back, swallowing her both her pride and insistence that caring for someone was a distraction from what was important. Better to fall for an immortal than anything else right? This could mean that she could still keep Jon alive too... she hoped.
The young woman pulled back so that she could roll her shoulders and neck, the bones cracking from where they had tensed and locked up, opening up her wings to stretch them out and even stretch out the muscles in her back that operated the feathery appendages.
“I'm thinking... we both need food. Breakfast... we need breakfast”, she suggested as she stretched before relaxing her muscles again, half falling into Dedrallow's form as she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his shoulder. “You are surprisingly warm.... your body that is. Yeah... you're warm”.
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Aug 6, 2013 10:21:03 GMT -5
Dedrallow just sat there when she spoke. So she was worried because she was a flight risk? Dedrallow had to stop himself from laughing at it. He was the one that ran out on everyone, even his own children, and yet here she was saying to take a chance. He was beginning to doubt himself. Perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything. All the other times, Dedrallow didn’t know he would leave, in the beginning he felt like he found himself a home – but he still left in the end. Even those he swore he loved; he left. He looked at Nikita, what made her so different? What was to say that he wouldn’t leave her? He really didn’t want to. Would it be better for them not be together….so they didn’t have to worry….but why couldn’t he say anything? Why couldn’t he push her away when she wrapped her arms around him? Why couldn’t he just laugh it off as a joke? Wouldn’t it be better if she hated him? But then why….
“You are surprisingly warm.... your body that is. Yeah... you're warm.”
That was it. That was the reason why he couldn’t push her away. Nikita was the first person to know his true self. She knew that he had run out on people before, she knew that he was a changeling, but here she was saying that she wanted to be with him. That was why he couldn’t push her away. Dedrallow took a deep breath, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. They would be on this together. It wouldn’t be easy, but just perhaps they could beat the odds. “Breakfast sounds great,” he told her, “I’m starving.” He wasn’t sure what else to say. He held her close for a long time, before he finally pulled apart. They weren’t going to get anywhere by just staying here, although he had to admit that he hated to leave…the memory of last night was still on his mind. Part of him wanted to go at it again, but he didn’t want to make Nikita angry.
“Nikita…” Dedrallow turned to look at her as he began to put his clothes on. He realized he hadn’t said much in the past few minutes as she went on rambling. “I just want to say….thank you…..for you know….” His voice trailed off. He wasn’t really good with words and emotions. He was happy. He hadn’t been happy in a long time. He felt a little guilty because Rouge was unconscious…but he knew that she would approve and that she would wake up. He had faith in that.
“Where did you want to go?” He asked her as he finished getting dressed.
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Aug 6, 2013 14:08:50 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
Nikita almost pouted when Dedrallow pulled away from her and took his warmth with him; admittedly she was actually slightly cold sitting there in nothing but her skin with the sheets to cover her naked shame. Was she really ashamed that Dedrallow had seen her in nothing but her birthday suit? No, not really.... as Jon had often put it to her, it was bound to happen sometime. Nikita bit her lip as she thought about that, she had been so determined to prove her brother wrong. If anyone would be ashamed of her being like this, it would be undoubtedly Jon. Anyhow, because she was cold Nikita had stayed snuggled up to Dedrallow for so long because she had been too distracted leeching his body heat rather than actually getting up to pull on her own clothes.
But Dedrallow was right, they weren't going to get anywhere just by staying it bed all day. Nikita was not one for laziness anyway... except when she had a mug of alcohol in her hand however. Other than that there was always something to do.... which for her usually meant the day was filled with being her brother's feathered shadow. After a fashion. Nikita slid back across to her side of the bed and out the side, standing up and searching for where her garments had been thrown in the midst of the previous nights activities. Finding her shirt was the easy part, her pants however.... not so much, then she spotted them... how in the great mother goddesses name had me managed to pull that off?! Nikita could have sworn her pants hadn't been thrown that far away from the bed... but no, Nikita silently cursed Dedrallow under her breath as she walked over to where she had found he pants ON A TABLE at the opposite side of the room. She had to hand it to him, he had a good arm on him to get them that far.
Nikita snatched up her thrown garment and pulled on both items quickly so that she did not feel so cold anymore, walking calmly back to her side where her armor and weaponry still sat on a chair in the corner.
“I don't usually eat much for breakfast myself, since Jon and I are frequently on the move”, she commented over her shoulder as she picked up her breastplate, lifting it up and over her back and shoulders, making sure her wings slid into the carefully designed slots in the back. Most armor was not designed for banshee's in mind, having a completely enclosed back of plating, but Nikita's had been made with her wings in mind, providing slots in the back that fit around the base of her wings snugly without loosing the overall protection of her back in the process.
“But I'm starving... I would not complain to a full breakfast of eggs and bacon”, she finished, settling her armor into place as she did so, before letting out a suddenly yelp.
Nikita's eyes went wide and she shuddered so much that her armor actually began to rattle.
“C-c-c-cold armor”, she shivered an explanation, turning to face Dedrallow in case her yelp had startled him. “It still c-c-c-catches me by surprise at t-t-t-times”.
Finally! She managed to wrestle her rattling armor under control and finished fastening it onto her torso, then picked up her wide leather belt that hung her daggers and sword and strapped that around her waist as well.
“Well, we best go find somewhere to eat then”, she declared with a grin. Nikita was actually looking to a proper breakfast for once... and avoiding her brother a bit longer before revealing to him that Dedrallow was in town... the boys, well, to put it lightly they hadn't exactly gotten off on the right foot to start with. Jon had gotten frustrated with both Dedrallow and Nikita when neither of them would divulge information about the extent of what Rogue's “condition” was... so he hadn't been able to help effectively. Nikita knew that Jon felt bad he couldn't help much more than giving her a mild sedative so Rogue didn't hurt herself, BUT he was still mad that neither the banshee nor the changeling would give much more details than Rogue had been thrown into a tree by a giant. Which was more of less true... but Nikita wasn't going to tell him that Rogue was really a little girl stuck in the form of a shapeshifting animal. Yeah, even Nikita would sound insane with that line. The fewer people knew the better.
Nikita made the decision to walk out of the room first with a glance back at Dedrallow before she started to feel the cold again, rubbing her arms with her hands in an effort to try and stay warm, having left her warm outer cloak at the temporary home with Jon. Nikita had a feeling he wouldn't want to see her just yet anyway, not after last night's fight (which would inevitably pale in comparison to the fight she would have with him when she admitted to what she had done last night too). Nikita tried not to think about the fights, rather on her own emotions instead... she actually felt happy within herself for once, rather than constantly blaming herself for whatever reason.
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Post by Khalidah Leaf-Fall on Aug 8, 2013 21:28:55 GMT -5
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