Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn]

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 12:17:14 GMT -5

Post by Ladon on Sept 11, 2015 12:17:14 GMT -5

He was a fucking idiot. A stupid, self defeating fool with no self control. It had been five days since he had returned to The Soul Society, and every night his dreams were the same: He was in the broken tower with Evelynn sharing that kiss. Every time he relived it, it felt divine, and every morning he would wake up blissfully happy. For a few moments, his eye didn’t hurt and his heart felt lighter.

Then he would roll over and she wouldn’t be there, and the pain would return. Each time he told himself to forget about her and each time he found himself considering going back to Las Noches and trying to make amends. If nothing else, he would get to see her smile again.

In life John William Waterhouse was a gifted Pre-Raphaelite painter, and his original work of The Lady of Shalott was something an art fan would find infinitely valuable, yet Robert had destroyed it out of spite just because he knew Evelynn liked it. Fortunately for him, death was no limitation to a Shinigami, and so Robert set to work investigating every painter with a good reputation in the entire Rukongai. After many wasted hours running back and forth to various painters, he finally found his quarry: A man by the name of Johnathan Woodroe was selling stunning Pre-Raphaelite paintings in the South Rukongai, and sure enough, he was the spitting image of John William Waterhouse. Robert paid him handsomely for a rushed commission and, apology note in hand, returned to Las Noches.

As soon as Robert could see the tower in the distance, he slowed his pace to a crawl, his nerves bubbling up into his throat. A solid tug on the golden chain wrapped around his hand kicked the wounded Adjuchas to life, the large rhinoceros-like beast trudging along silently behind Robert. The poor thing had made the error of trying to stop his return journey, and now it was going to be a secondary ‘gift’ as it were. Arrancar were still hollow-breeds, and they did like eating souls. Best sate her appetite early.

He knocked twice on the wooden door and immediately hoisted up the painting in front of his face, hoping the shield of fine art would stop an immediate onslaught at the sight of his face. His lungs swelled with air, ready to spit out a softly spoken statement at the sound of the door opening.

“Five minutes of your time please?”

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 12:38:16 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Sept 11, 2015 12:38:16 GMT -5

Evelynn was a wreck.

This wasn’t the first time she had ended up ruining something that could have been special, nor did she feel like it would be the last time, but god damnit this particular event stung for days. The entire week that had gone by had been nothing but her battling it out against the emotions that refused to just let the whole incident die.

The first day had been nothing but anger. Unbridled rage that manifested in a firework display of Cero being launched across the skies of Las Noches. They pelted against the dome, occasionally threatening to crack it, but were otherwise harmless. Annoying to those who were probably trying to sleep or focus on other endeavors, but harmless.

After the initial steam had been blown off, the week had been spent alternating between a serious case of “poor me” and “fuck that guy with a cactus dildo.” Hours spent crying into bed (which now had no blankets thanks to that fucker) which were then followed up with killing anything that was within an unreasonable radius.

To say her fellow inhabitants of Las Noches were giving her a wide berth would be a bit of an understatement.

But as the week came to a close, her emotions finally began to stable out enough for her to function on some level. Sure, she still found herself crying angry tears and wanting to cull every Hollow that she saw, but she could at least control it and that brought a sense of hope that this, like everything else, would fade in time.

That is, until she felt that tiny little prick on the edges of her sense.

Fucking, Robert.

Part of her wanted to just assume he was going elsewhere. Going to check in with the king. Going to rescue another damsel in distress. Going on a fucking joy walk because the weather was nice today. Anything except coming to her tower for whatever reason.

But no. He wasn’t going anywhere else. He was walking straight towards her tower, his presence hardly hesitating in the face of what he had to know would be a confrontation neither of them would like.

She pushed herself from her bed and rubbed her eyes clean of the tears that had managed to slip through her defenses. Sad or not, she wasn’t planning on running away from him and the last thing she wanted was for him to think that she had even given him a second thought since she had kicked him out and he ruined her favorite painting. She wouldn’t dare give him that satisfaction.

So as she stalked down the stairs and snatched up her scythe from the coat rack it rested against, she planned out the speech to end all speeches. A dramatic poem that tied together the best insults she could come up with and every curse word she had ever heard in her three century long life. It was truly a masterpiece that would go down in history.

He hardly got to finish his third knock before she jerked open the door, letting it slam against the stone wall and bounce back towards her. Now was the time to completely demolish whatever sort of confidence he had and send him crying back to the Seireitei.

But as she stared forward, expecting to see his cowering face, she only saw a painting of her own. A completely stunning work of art that depicted a rather beautiful young woman rowing a boat along a forest river. Pastel colors bled together and mixed, creating an image that she would recognize from a mile away. The only difference in this painting?

The woman sitting in the boat wasn’t the typical red head. It was Evelynn. Her expression caught in that whimsical state she often had when staring into the painting.

The Arrancar just blinked, her grip on her scythe loosening just enough to where her knuckles regained some color. What was she supposed to say? She couldn’t very well go off him after such an innocent, and admittedly endearing, gesture. That entire speech of her would now go to waste. Could she yell at him for him making her want to not yell at him?

“Where did you get that?” Was the only thing she could think to say, her voice breaking from the sadness she was sure she had hidden before she had even opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 13:04:09 GMT -5

Post by Ladon on Sept 11, 2015 13:04:09 GMT -5

He waited awkwardly for the scythe to pierce the painting, yet instead a miracle occurred. The gesture worked? He lowered the painting somewhat when she began to address him, enough for his eye to peer over the top of the painting and into her own. When he saw her pale blue eyes were framed by a light red ring, he immediately felt relieved. Admittedly, he didn’t want her to be crying, but he’d rather she be crying over him than not care at all.

”Well, uh, I am a filthy Shinigami.” He said, trying to keep his tone light and conversational, the last thing he wanted to do was come across bitter. He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, pulling the chain wrapped around it tighter in the process, unwittingly beginning to strangle the poor Adjuchas in the process. ”I figured, John William Waterhouse was likely purified and didn’t remember who he was, so I just investigated all the famous painters in the Rukongai til I found him. He painted this for me. It’s not The Lady of Shalott, but, hopefully it’s good enough to take its place. The Lady of Las Noches.” He let loose a quick smile at the title, hoping it would please her.

His eye flicked over to the Adjuchas as it dropped to a knee, gagging from the binding around its throat. The noisy beast was ruining his conversation. ”This charming gentleman tried to kill me on my way here, so I figured, you did eat those Gillian, you might want another snack.” His words wavered with all the awkwardness you would expect inherent to offering the woman you were interested in a rhinocerus to eat whole like a rabid beast.

The way she would probably eat him if this ended poorly.

He sighed awkwardly before placing the painting down in the doorway. It certainly was stunning, and with any luck it would have calmed her bloodlust against him somewhat. He quickly swung a small satchel off his back, holding it out to her expectantly before the silence could get awkward.

”Here. sheets. I brought those like I said I would. I uh… I’m sorry.”

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 13:36:43 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Sept 11, 2015 13:36:43 GMT -5

The painting lowered, revealing a sort of timid expression peeking out from behind the painting. Just seeing his face was enough to make her clench her jaw and rub her thumbs along the grip of her scythe. Partially out of anger, partially out of defeat. After all, being mad at someone who was legitimately upset was always a chore.

So, as he put the painting down, Evelynn tossed her scythe to the side carelessly, letting to clamor against the ground noisily. And, with a large sigh, she stepped back and made a vague gesture into the house.

“Thanks,” she mumbled as she took the satchel, refusing to meet his stare. “I guess.”

At least he had been kind enough to bring her a meal? She couldn’t say she was really hungry at the moment--emotions had a nasty habit of ruining an appetite--but the gesture was almost as nice as bringing the bed sheets like he had promise. Not nearly as nice as the painting. Admittedly, a handmade, personalized painting probably topped her list of nice/expensive gifts.

With a dismissive flick, she shot out a Bala. Wavering and not exactly impressive, the tiny bolt of supersonic energy was probably laughable to Mr. Hadou master, but it was enough to piece through the monster’s chest and rip apart its heart with little resistance.

So, the Adjuchas stumbled, stuttered, and staggered for just a few seconds before falling to the ground with a loud thud, blood pooling around it slowly. While her expression hadn’t really changed any since she had answered the door, her eyes did linger on the slowly dissolving body just long enough for even an idiot to think she was considering it.

Ultimately, she stepped to the side and let the Shinigami walk into her tower.

The first floor, while perhaps not as well decorated with luxury items, held the same sort of vibe as the top floor had. Hand crafted, wooden furniture, only the finest of clothes and pillows, Evelynn clearly enjoyed a more fanciful lifestyle.

“Did you come back just to spoil me with gifts,” she spoke slowly as she closed the door. Her tone wasn’t angry--if anything she was defeated. Saddened that she couldn’t even be mad at this man who rightfully deserved all of her hatred. “Or are you here for that first date?”

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 13:56:17 GMT -5

Post by Ladon on Sept 11, 2015 13:56:17 GMT -5

Robert stepped past Evelynn with a blank expression on his face, yet on the inside he was screaming, both with joy and with fear. She clearly wasn’t pleased to see him, but at least she had disarmed. His hand twitched for a second as he spotted an errant strand of hair on her face; He wanted to brush it back behind her ear, to feel his fingertip drift over her smooth skin and be that much closer to her for a second.

But it was too soon, he would have to try and fix things first. Even though Robert hadn’t done anything wrong, even though Evelynn had used him when he opened up to her and did god knows what to his being, even though she had insulted and derided him in way she had no right to, he still wanted to give it a second chance. If that required taking blame for what wasn’t his fault, so be it.

”The gifts were hardly spoiling, just paying debts I had to pay. If I was going to spoil you I’d have brought you the painter in chains instead of an Adjuchas so you could get as many as you wanted.” His tone was casual, friendly, but carried a slightly cold undertone. He didn’t want to look vulnerable.

Was he here for the first date? He wasn’t certain what to say, too many words lingered in his mind and all of them were wrong.

Of course I’m here for our date.
I should never have left.
You should never have kicked me out.
I keep seeing you in crowds.
You hurt me.
I want to wake up next to you.
But I’d sleep with one eye open.

”Why not both? Gifts and a date. If you’ll have me, that is. I wanted to try and… look. I spend too much of my time spouting lies in the Seireitei, I’m not going to lie to you too. I don’t know what happened last time, but it scared me. I still want to bombard you with questions about it, but I won’t. I don’t want that”

He stepped a foot closer to her, close enough to reach out and touch, yet not too intimate. Not yet.

”So, yes. I would like to go on a date with you. I think it would be good. We could go anywhere in the world you want, or, if you’d prefer… we could stay here and play a simple game. We ask each other questions in turn about ourselves and we both answer honestly. Only about who we are, what we think, how we feel. The things that matter. Then we can see how we feel when we’re done.”

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 14:28:05 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Sept 11, 2015 14:28:05 GMT -5

What sort of mess had she gotten herself into? Why had she even opened the door to begin with? She knew how this was going to turn out. Knew what sort of road she was going down. And yet, she was like putty in his hands, bending to his words and smiling at his gifts as if everything was okay. As if she wasn’t getting a headache just from looking at him.

She wanted to scream at him when he stepped closer to her.
~~She wanted to fall into his arms when he stepped closer to her.~~
She wanted to push him away and give him one last warning.
~~She wanted to pull him close and give him a million more kisses.~~

“Yeah,” she nodded slowly at his suggestion of a game, taking a small step back if only so she could breathe a little easier. “A game sounds nice.”

Given his explosive personality, the last thing she wanted was to have him whisk her away to some foreign country on earth where his Shinigami pals were waiting to kill her. If he wanted to play his games and toy with her heart even more, the very least he could do was do it while she was on home territory.

How jaded of a thought was that? Wasn’t there a time when she would have happily jumped at any excuse to get out of Las Noches? A time in which she was free and refused to call any place home. When had all of that changed? When did she decide to settle down and play interior design with some slum ass tower?

She shook away the thoughts and then gestured to the couch across the room. With only a sideways glance to the man, she made her way to the couch and sat on the edge of it, leaning against the hard, wooden arms as she sank into the cushions.

“I’ll go first,” she spoke up once he had made himself comfortable. “How do you feel about me?”

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 14:48:09 GMT -5

Post by Ladon on Sept 11, 2015 14:48:09 GMT -5

Robert sunk into the soft embrace of the couch with a small sigh. He was just close enough to reach out and touch her, but she had positioned herself above him, and clearly felt uncomfortable. This was a tenuous peace, and he wasn’t quite sure how to make it last. If he was honest, she was liable to fire a bala at his dick out of spite, but if he wasn’t and she knew it, he would blow his chance. The only winning move was not to play, but it was too late to back out now.

Her first question was a difficult one, going straight to the heart of his conflict. How did he feel about her? He felt so many things, and it was difficult to pin down a straight answer. He paused for a moment, trying to formulate the best response, the ‘right’ response, the response that would get her to get off the edge of that couch and sit on his lap, to wrap her arms around him and give him another perfect kiss.

But the words wouldn’t come. There was no strategy for courting the affections of a beast, and he had no past experience in affairs of the heart. He would just have to do the only thing he could; start talking and see what happens before the silence becomes his response.

”I don’t know. I… I’m still hurt by what happened. I was open to you in a way I’ve never been with anyone and you hurt me. That was… I….” He sighed, dragging his hand across his face as he paused for a second. This was going abysmally. She was going to throw him out again, and he would throw himself out too. He sounded like a bitch.

But there was still time to change that.

”Okay look. I’ve never felt how I felt last week before. Ever. About anyone. I was vulnerable. I’ve never been like that, and you hurt me. And I don’t know if you meant to or not, I really don’t. I hope you didn’t. But I also know that when I went to sleep I woke up in the morning by rolling over and looking to see if you were next to me, and when you weren’t it killed me a bit. So, maybe it was just a great kiss, maybe it wasn’t." He locked his gaze upon hers as he spoke with passion he didn't expect to escape his lips. The tidal wave of honest built up and for a second he almost lunged at her to take another kiss, but he knew better. He couldn't do that. Not yet.

"Either way, I came back because I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t try to have another chance at a great kiss with you, and if I knew you'd be okay with it I'd already be kissing you.”

He paused, letting out a small sigh as the last puff of wind escaped his lungs. He had been honest... perhaps too much so. Only time would tell.

"So. That is how I feel about you. How do you feel about me?"

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 18:54:20 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Sept 11, 2015 18:54:20 GMT -5

She hurt him? Is that really how he saw the situation? How could he have been so blind as to think that she had purposely tried to hurt him? That’s like saying when you accidentally step on a dog’s tail, you’re a murderer. Two and two didn’t make sense for her.

But at least he came back. That in of itself was enough to prove that he didn’t really believe that she was in the wrong here. No one was in the wrong--though his little temper tantrum wasn’t exactly the right things to do either. No one was perfect. And, despite being rather upset that he seemed to set on whatever fantasy he made up, she could only nod when he said that, keeping her face as expressionless as possible.

And boy was she glad she let him keep talking.

His words came out slowly, but truthfully. As if he was struggling to come to terms with his emotions and the situation at hand. He was vulnerable and almost scared in the face of the woman he was confessing so many emotions to. Was honesty that hard for him, she had to wonder. She could relate. After all, her entire life had been about pretending to be someone else. Lying to herself and just living day to day without a single person to take orders from.

As he sighed and finished his little confession, she could only look down at her lap, feeling the foreign tingle of a blush against the edges of her cheeks. Not because the words themselves were touching, or even the fact that she couldn’t help but feel close to him after the link, but because of the emotion behind the words. The pureness of everything he was saying. The steady flow of energy dripping off him, confirming the honesty he was desperately trying to convey.

It was unbelievably touching.

“I feel…” She began slowly, tilting her head just enough to look at him from the corner of her eyes. “Like you have great tastes in art.” A playful smile hinted at the edges of her lips. A tiny speck of humor to ease the tension between the two of them.

Truthfully, she was just buying time. Earning an excuse to think on the question--she didn’t have the luxury of having a premade response for her Shinigami friend.

How did she feel about him? Confused seemed like the best choice of word, but hardly touched on all the crazy feelings that came and went over the past week. Love, hate, admiration, loathing, anger, compassion. It was dizzying just thinking about it.

“To be honest, I don’t know,” she said with a sigh, straightening her back and turning to look him dead in the eye. “At first I was angry and hurt. Now I’m just confused and unsure if I can ever open up to you again. I mean… I tried to open myself up to you and look what happened.” She gave a light shrug and a sort of disappointed smirk, the corner of her lip pulling upward and her face relaxing just a bit.

Exasperation was another great word that came to mind, but again didn’t quite hit the nail. She wanted to add more words to what she had said, but none of them felt right. Nothing felt like it would do the conversation justice.

“I just…” She sighed again, looking up to the ceiling as if it would give her the answers she needed. “I’m just scared, I guess. I thought there was something… I guess I thought there was something special between us and you blew it up in my face. Now I don’t know if I hate you, or love you.”

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 19:24:55 GMT -5

Post by Ladon on Sept 11, 2015 19:24:55 GMT -5

Robert buried his face in his hand with a sigh, the fingers Evelynn had regrown for him rubbing against his temples. She wasn’t sure if she loved him or hated him? Hate he understood, hell, he even admired it. It was a powerful motivator. He was certain he hated Evelynn the day she had thrown him out of her tower, but now? He honestly didn’t know, but the word felt wrong to associate with her.

As for love… it wasn’t something that registered. Admittedly, he didn’t remember his mortal life any longer, and as such he had no idea if he had ever ‘loved’, but he could remember what he felt when he saw his father and there was not a drop of affection to be found in his heart that day. He had never been drawn towards anyone else ‘romantically’, disregarding it as the folly of idiots who couldn’t control their desires.

Clearly, he was one of those idiots now.

”Love and hate...” He pushed himself to his feet and stepped closer towards Evelynn, his eye wandering across her curves for a moment before setting on her eyes. ”I understand hate, it’s a very logical reaction to me, but love? It doesn’t mean anything. I’ve never felt ‘drawn’ to someone, and the notion of ‘needing’ someone was always a thing I found laughable.”

His hand reached out, his fingers locking around her hand as they had done during their last meeting.

”Until now.”

He pulled on her hand, lifting it up towards his chest before pressing it into the skin over his heart.

”I don’t know if what I’m feeling is love. I’m too ignorant in the subject to comment, but whatever it is, I want to feel more of it. Now, if you can’t decide whether you love me or hate me, I suggest a simple solution.”

”Hurt me.” The words came out soft, almost affectionate, but his heart thundered at their utterance. He didn’t want her to hurt him, and he never wanted to hurt her, but pain was something he understood, and if love worked anything like the stories had made it out to be, the notion of bringing him pain should serve as a stark clarifier.

”It might clarify the situation, and how you feel. And if you truly hate me, you can take a pound of my flesh as tribute for the disturbance, and once it is taken I will walk out that door and never bother you again. And if not.. perhaps things will be clearer for you.”

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 19:49:22 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Sept 11, 2015 19:49:22 GMT -5

She could only blink and stare down at her hand pressed against his chest, feeling the rhythmic pump of his heart. Most of what he had said turned to a blur after he had pulled her to her feet, yanking her closer to him. The closeness of them had her breath trapped in her throat and her blood boiling under her skin. Not out of anger--or was it?--but out of passion. Passionate ~~love~~ hate.

But she did hear one thing he said: Hurt me.

Hurt him. Burn him away with a point blank Cero and be done with the troublesome emotions that surrounded him. There was no need for her to torture herself with the “what if’s” and “now what’s” that came with his existence. And with his guard down like this, her could just fire away and burn his heart into ashes that would float away in the desert.

But as she stared at her hand, she only felt sadness. Sad that he would expect her to just lash out and hurt him like that. Sad that she had actually considered it heavily. Sad that their entire relationship was pinned on how she reacted at this very moment.

So, she just stared a hole into his chest, her fingers tensing--waiting for her to just give the word to burn him away. But nothing more than a tiny sigh came from her as she raised her eyes to meet his once more, searching for an easy way out of this situation. But all she found was more confusion--more hatred for him.

In the course of a split second, her expression snapped into a sharp glare and her hand jerked. In that second, her Bala tore through everything in its path, indiscriminately destroying everything it touched in its short life.

Other than a small burn mark on his shoulder, just inches below where her fist hovered, Robert was completely unscathed. Though the hole in her bookshelf was enough to make it cave in on itself. Was it funny that she was more upset about accidentally ruining some of her favorite books than she was about almost blowing Robert’s heart out.

She let her hand fall onto his shoulder, uncaring if the sudden pressure brought pain to the superficial wound.

“I can’t hurt you,” her voice was a whisper as she bowed her head in front of him. “Do you even understand how I feel..? Do you even understand what happened between us? You can’t stand there and say you didn’t feel anything during that link.”

Her eyes flicked up to look at him, desperately trying to find confirmation in his expression. What had happened couldn’t have been one-way. Sure… Every other link she had before his was one way, but what they had shared was special. He had opened up to her and let her in. They were connected. She could feel it.

“Why else would you have come back?” Her voice gained a bit more strength, but only from the frustration that bubbled behind her lips. Frustration at his ignorance. “Maybe… Maybe it isn’t love. But we have something, don’t we? I’m not making this up, right?”

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 20:27:08 GMT -5

Post by Ladon on Sept 11, 2015 20:27:08 GMT -5

When the bala tore across the ear over his shoulder, the slightest flinch escaped, rippling through his once tightly controlled posture. For a second, he thought she had chosen hate, and that scared him far more than the actual attack did. Yet once he had realized the true target of her attack, his lips snuck upwards into a warm smile. She really couldn’t hurt him after all.

He wasn’t wrong to trust her.

”I never said I didn’t feel anything. It was a damn good kiss.” He stepped a tiny bit closer, ignoring the pain of her hand on his shoulder. It just felt good for her to be touching him.

”A kiss so good I’ve been dreaming about it ever since.” His voice dropped to a whisper, so soft and silent that even with their proximity it barely reached her ears. He leaned his head closer to hers, so close that she could feel his breath on her skin.

”Dreaming about you.” He pressed his lips against her forehead, his hand moving to brush her hair aside as he made contact. A mere second later, he broke the kiss, pulling his head back ever so slightly so that his eye could drift down to her own.

”No. You didn’t make this up. I wouldn’t have come back to Hueco Mundo for you if you didn’t mean something to me. We have something. I don’t know what to call it, but it’s real.” He wanted to kiss her again, to replicate their last encounter with all its magic. He wanted to throw her onto the couch and make love to her. He wanted to stay in this ruined tower with all its holes and imperfections and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.

He wanted her.

”So, since that answers your question, I want to ask you one more. It’s rather simple. Can I stay here in this ruined tower with you tonight?”

No.

He needed her.

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 20:51:52 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Sept 11, 2015 20:51:52 GMT -5

She felt a shiver run down her spine when he stepped closer and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, affectionate fingertips brushing away her hair with a tenderness she had never experienced before. A sweet embrace that felt so weird and foreign to the girl who was used to being nothing more than a slave to other people’s desires. She had never been a person worthy of affection--only lust.

But she wasn’t sure how to react. She just closed her eyes and bathed in the moment, begging fate to never let it end. Praying that she and this Shinigami could stand together like this for all of eternity. Forever locked in this state of closeness.

“I wish you could stay every night,” she mumbled, opening her eyes to meet his. The disappointed in her voice was real, but both of them knew it couldn’t happen. He couldn’t stay here for the rest of his life even if he was protected by the king.

Her body ached for another kiss. Another tender moment. Another feeling of closeness for him. But she hesitated--afraid of the potential backlash. Last time she had given into those aches and desires it ended poorly and no matter how much she convinced herself that this time was different, she could only stare at him and hope maybe he would initiate again. Hope that she wouldn’t press the boundaries again.

She found no fear or reservation in his expression. Just the wanting glimmer in his eye. The same, burning feeling to take her and make their last night together something more memorable than the last.

Out of impulse, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Just enough to feel him against her. Just enough to sate the itching need that was slowly consuming her. Not enough to reenact what happened last time.Not enough to truly get close. But it was something.

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Road Of No Release [Closed/Evelynn] Sept 11, 2015 21:11:46 GMT -5

Post by Ladon on Sept 11, 2015 21:11:46 GMT -5

”We’ll make it work. I’ll be with you every night I can. I promis-” Her lips met his and broke his train of thought. Her reciprocation made everything right. Every night he’d spent furious at her as he drank his way to numbness, every morning he had woken up to find her missing and felt sick, every fleeting glance at a crowd to look for her face, it all became worth it the moment she kissed him first. He could feel it in the meeting of their lips; she wanted this as badly as he did. Needed it, even.

Just like he needed her.

He kissed her back hard, pushing his body against hers as he drove her into the wall. His left hand snapped to the small of her back, while his right locked around one of her thighs and pulled her leg up so that they locked around his waist. The pair never broke their kiss while Robert carried her up the stairs, nor when Robert lowered her into the bed.

He only broke their embrace to look down as he tore her blouse off, his eyes completely disregarding the hollow hole that had once perturbed him so. He didn’t care if tomorrow he woke up with his own hollow hole, so long as he had tonight with her. His teeth sunk into her neck as he tore the last dregs of her clothes off, his mind ignoring the streams of iridescent energy that bled off their bodies as he had his way with her.

Arrancar, Shinigami. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was this moment in this broken tower with her. He would stay here, with her, like this, forever. It didn’t matter how impractical it was, and it didn’t matter the hurdles they had to overcome.

He would spend every night like this or die trying.

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His eye softly flicked open, squinting frustratedly at the eternal sunshine of the domed sky. His gaze fell upon the space where Evelynn’s version of The Lady of Shalott once hung, yet even then, he doubted it. He didn’t want to roll over and see Evelynn not there. It had happened every other morning, and every other morning he had been certain he would find her.

Yet he had to look eventually.

With a sigh, he braced himself for disappointment and rolled over

Straight on top of her.

A brief gasp escaped his mouth as he inadvertently mounted his… partner? Girlfriend? Companion? A question for another time. Only one thing mattered right now.

As her blue eyes opened to face him, he planted a kiss on the tip of her nose with a grin of childlike abandon.

”I guess this time my dream came true.”

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