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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jun 29, 2018 18:02:18 GMT
| ● | IF THIS WORLD WAS TO END WOULD YOU STAND BESIDE ME AND WATCH IT FALL.. |
The fears didn't ebb away, if anything they became more intense and more graphic. The previous were worries of her just being close, just their friendship made him worry. She came here ready to accept the dangers and it only brought them closer making the dangers even more grave, how was he to explain that anyone close to a nenyr was in danger. Children, lovers, friendship it was all something that nenyrs either kept secret or just fully disowned the idea of obtaining those things. He looked down at Nabia, his hand caressing her cheek smiling as she shifted to fix her dress that had been shifted in their intimacy. She understood that something like being with a nenyr would never be the same as a relationship with any other person. She had gone into a nenyrs personal realm, a place where they controlled literally everything within it where they felt the most power and yet she didn't buckle. The realm itself was accepting of the outsider as if his powers alone had accepted her and for that reason there would be no escaping any longer. "Nabia.." He tried to refrain from letting laughter escape his lips. "You came into a nenyr's realm, I didn't force you to be alone with me in a realm where no one can safe you." He kept the laugh at bay but teasing her was becoming a habit that he enjoyed too much. "perverted little lady"
He grabbed the wrist of the hand stroking his marking, the one that destined him to be the ruler of what everyone thought was hell. The realm that governed Azelania the one hidden from all, the one in the mountain hidden from everyone. His father never deserved that fate, as the last male Drydain everyone feared him they forced him into isolation fearing what he might change in their world. His father could have brought greatness and yet they made him insane, they isolated him and ripped his heart out when they killed the person that kept him more human that monster. His mother... He dismissed his thoughts smiling at Nabia and kissing the wrist he held onto. "You don't know what it symbolises do you?" Before she had time to speak he stood up helping Nabia up before the darkness seemed to be absorbed back into Aztarac until they reappeared in the house with Fate sitting at the table smiling. "Nice talk?" She looked at them both noticing how Aztarac still held onto her hand even in front her. "Sure, your accomplice tried to do indecent things" He let go of her hand and headed to the table sitting down while trying to keep his laughter from escaping only to fail a soft laughter escaping his lips something he rarely allowed people to hear. How long had it been.. When he felt happy and content... Memories of the young girl that gave him hope, her pink hair swaying in the wind as she walked further and further from his mind her face blurred and faded as if he was slowly forgetting her. Though when he closed his eyes again all he could see was Nabia.. ☆ OOC NOTESWords: 543 MitichiMADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Mitichi on Jul 7, 2018 16:19:34 GMT
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Before she could retaliate at the comment of her being a 'perverted little lady', they were back in front of the house that Nabia thought she had just left. How long had they been in his realm exactly? She decided not to ponder over such small things, and went to greet the familiar face of Fate who looked like she was awaiting them. She had a sort of smirk on her face, and it only increased when she heard Aztarac laugh, her eyes softening. His laugh was something that warmed Nabias heart, and made her want to cling on to him more and more.
"Hello, Fate," She said quietly to Fate whilst embracing her in a hug, "and Thank you for letting me go see him." Whilst hugging her, she opened her eyes and once again saw the sketchbook. Her eyes focused on the object and she wondered what it was once again. She gently let go of Fate and walked over to the sketchbook. She wondered if it was okay to touch it, or rather if the papers falling out where something of importance. Nabia knew this house was old and held many memories for both of her companions, as seen through their eyes and the memories they held. But this looked worn down, yet freshly used. Her brows furrowed, the argument of whether to see what it was or to leave it troubling her mind. At last, she had decided to only see the bits of paper that had fallen out and ask Az or Fate about it.
"Hey Az, what are these?" Nabia asked him, whilst taking one piece of paper and turning it around. However, once turned, she did not need an answer to her question. She saw a sketch before her, the pencil lines still quite dark and defined meaning it was drawn recently and the face that was sketched was hers. It was her with her two toned fringe and a slight smile on her lips. She traced her fingers over the drawing, being careful not to smudge the pencil lines. She looked at Fate, and knew it wasn't her, her face saying so. The only person left was Aztarac. Did Aztarac draw this? She looked over at him, her face puzzled. "You can draw?"
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jul 7, 2018 19:42:10 GMT
| ● | IF THIS WORLD WAS TO END WOULD YOU STAND BESIDE ME AND WATCH IT FALL.. |
He was lost in thought staring down at the stew Fate made while they had been gone. He couldn't help but wonder how much danger she was putting Nabia in just by caring for her as he did. He ate dinner absent minded not really paying much attention to Nabia heading away from the table towards where the sketchbook rested. He noticed Fate's eyes following Nabia as she walked around the house but he didn't make nay move to actually look at what she was doing. He only realised what she had been doing when she spoke, asking about the sketchbook. He turned his head slightly a sigh parting his lips and just nodded. "It's a hobby of mine, it clears my head I suppose." He turned back to the food and continued eating his heart racing slightly. The sketchbook was something personal something he hadn't shown anyone and yet he didn't feel anger towards Nabia if anything he was just embarrassed.. His cheeks had a slightly flush to them something so uncharacteristic to Aztarac that Fate had to cover her mouth as she giggled so she wouldn't annoy him or ruin the moment. "Nabia hun sit next to Aztarac and eat. He has a nice expression currently don't miss out on it" Fate loved to tease him especially know when she could notice how much he was actually drawn to the little water Rakuh. He was so infatuated by her that he cared what she thought, that showing his hobbies might make him less attractive. Even now after her teasing he remained quiet and just ate his food trying to not make his embarrassment obvious. ☆ OOC NOTESWords: 299 MitichiMADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Mitichi on Jul 13, 2018 16:20:17 GMT
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She looked back down at the sketch, a flush of pink forming on her cheeks. Nabia began to feel giddy and lightweight the more she looked at the sketch of her and the fact that Aztarac drew it himself. She would also have never expected that he would take upon a hobby of drawing. It reminded her of when her friend tried drawings images of the places he had been in the sand in an attempt to explain to her as best as he could. She smiled, putting the memory in a corner of her mind, listening to Fate and walking over to eat some stew. She didn't know exactly what expression she was talking about, but once she entered the kitchen (drawing still in her hand) she knew exactly what Fate was talking about.
Aztarac was unbelievably cute. His cheeks pink slightly but face still remained straight as if he was trying to hide the fact that Nabia hadn't just stumbled on something personal, and hair still ruffled from a few moments ago... a few moments ago. A few moments ago she had been pushed against his body passionately, their lips sealed to each other and her hands tangled in his now messy hair. The realisation hit her harder than expected, and her face became so hot she thought she was bright pink and might faint. She tried to hide it as best as she could avoiding contact and going straight for the stew. She took some stew, trying not to spill it and gave herself a satisfactory sigh when she made it to a seat without falling apart.
With great speed, she stuffed her face with the stew, welcoming the distraction like an old friend. Whilst trying to find anything else to look at but Aztarac, so images of what happened could stop playing in her head, she found her self once more looking at the drawing. She wanted so badly to keep it, but she wasn't sure if Aztarac would let her, plus it meant that she would have to ask him in the state that she is in now...
"A-Az," She cleared her throat, "Are you um going to do anything with the drawing?"
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jul 13, 2018 18:51:59 GMT
| ● | IF THIS WORLD WAS TO END WOULD YOU STAND BESIDE ME AND WATCH IT FALL.. |
It was awkward, the tension in the air… He didn’t get nervous and he never blushed or got flustered. So why with her, why with a girl so pure she had little knowledge of the world yet how did she control him? How was it possible that he acted so differently with a girl that didn’t belong beside him or in his world? She wasn’t frightened of the darkness, she had lived in a different kind of darkness and loneliness. Though they were different they had so many similarities, she had become a beacon for him. A way of knowing where he needed to return to, he wanted to return he no longer just wanted to survive, he wanted to be free he wanted to have his own life one where there were no curses and he could finally grow old and love someone… She spoke and it broke his concentration and his thoughts. He noticed how she was flustered and how she acted in a similar way.. He couldn’t help but smile he knew she was thinking about their time together in his realm. “You can keep it Nabia.” He smiled with her his expression calm and kind, he rarely ever showed himself vulnerable. Rarely ever showed that he wanted something, rarely ever let anyone close. Fate coughed smirking at the two of them. “What happened exactly when you two were alone together mm..”☆ OOC NOTESWords:245 MitichiMADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Mitichi on Jul 13, 2018 19:26:40 GMT
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Her muted eyes brightened as she got permission to keep the drawing. She was about to tell him a big thank you when she heard Fate walk into the room with a cough. Nabia turned her attention towards her and as soon as she saw her smirk she knew something was going to happen... and so it did. Fate asked the dreaded question, although it looked like she already had a brief gist of what happened. Nabia hoped not she didn't but she did not know why. What she knew is as those words came out of Fates mouth her heart sped up and once again her cheeks flushed.
"N-nothing really," She said quickly, trying hard to let her voice get too high. She wondered how much she had changed upon remembering what her and Aztarac did together, and if it gave away anything to Fate. Fate is wise and Nabia knew that she thought something was up, she would be stupid not to. Feeling like her heart would blast from her chest at any moment, she stood up and excused herself from the room, taking the drawing and walking up the stairs.
She didn't know the house well enough to know where the rooms where she really only knew where the bathroom was so she decided to look around, going into the first room she found and not thinking twice. It was a larger room and to her joy there was a big bed too. She shut the door behind her lightly, not enough to close it, and walked over to the bed sitting on it and releasing a big sigh. She placed her free hand to her cheek and for once felt warmth in them, knowing that she must have looked very embarrassing to both Aztarac and Fate. She fell onto the bed from her sitting position and let all the events run through her head once more. This, however, resulted in her grabbing a pillow and burying it into her face, as if trying to hide her flushed cheeks. From the corner of her eyes she could see the drawing of her that Aztarac drew, and she let out a small giggle.
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jul 17, 2018 20:13:54 GMT
| ● | IF THIS WORLD WAS TO END WOULD YOU STAND BESIDE ME AND WATCH IT FALL.. |
Fate couldn’t help but smirk at Nabia the way she ate her food and then seemingly rushed off to explore the house. Fate and Aztarac said nothing but just smiled and waited for her to go upstairs. She needed to leave it was obvious why, embarrassed by whatever had transpired between the two she wanted to keep it a secret keep it to herself. Aztarac’s face changed, the blush disappearing and his face changing to one of pain and discomfort. Fate watched his pained expression battling with the possibility of a new love and what dangers that would bring. Before she could ask his focus turned to her his pain as clear as a night sky. “Aztarac, you know you need to decide.” She hated being the person to pull him from happiness but it was only fair for him and Nabia for him to make his feelings certain. “I know, she’s in danger.” Fate sighed and a light orb floated beside her an image on Nabia laying on his bed smiling. “He already knows, he will want her.” Aztarac smiled at Nabia’s innocence her strong will to want to stand up to him and prove that she could have the strength needed to remain by his side. There was no kidding himself or anyone else, at some point the two of them had gotten too close to part. “I don’t know if I can protect her.” Fate raised a brow at his comment, he was one of the most powerful beings in Azelania if not the most powerful. “What happened to the princess was not your fault, there were too many intertwined with her. Nabia has been alone, her fate was intertwined with yours long before you met her.” A shadow wolf lurked its way up the stairs searching for Nabia, his powers drawn to her. “There is no one in this world that can take what is yours Az. What happened to Kiba was more my fault than yours. Liaz has as much blame if not more than you.”He smiled faintly and stood from his chair. “I don’t think I could let her go even if she wished, not when she so valiantly entered my realm with your help.” Fate laughed behind her hand and nudged her head towards the stairs. “Have fun torturing the poor lady, I’m going to follow some information.”“Stay safe Fate.” A wolf formed and appeared by her side disappearing with her in a cloud of mist leaving him alone with the little water rakuh. The shadow wolf jumped up the stairs sniffed out its favourite rakuh and jumped on the bed nuzzling her. Aztarac came up the stairs pushed open the door and just leaned against the frame of the door smirking. “So first you enter my realm and now you lay on my bed? All these advances Nabia, so forward. Yet you keep our moments a secret, didn't share with Fate ”
He approached the bed before she could move and leaned over her body smirking his eyes vibrantly growing as if he hungered for her. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly biting it playfully before leaning up before she could throw something at him. “I’m glad you like my room.”☆ OOC NOTESWords:531 MitichiMADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Mitichi on Jul 19, 2018 12:31:11 GMT
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Out of all the room she had to wonder into, it had to be Aztaracs. She internally slapped herself for wandering into a random room and getting too caught up in her feelings.
"O-h I didn't know this was yours room, ill go if you want..." She let herself quiet down, as he now was above her his slips on hers once more. Just when her face returned to her natural colour, the same flush of pink returned to her cheeks. Nabia debated if the pink would stain her cheeks forever at this point. Her eyes widened, as she felt a slight pinch on her lips and her hand instantly flew to her lips as soon as Aztarac pulled away.
"Sure um your room is nice," She said, looking up at him. She didn't even have to look to know that his signature smirk was playing on his lips, most likely satisfied with himself. She would try to shuffle away but he was still close to her, meaning she would have to somehow move him. Nabia sighed, with her current flustered self there was no way she could succeed. Damn him for having this affect on her.
"Im not making any advances Aztarac," She said furrowing her eyebrows, "though you don't seem to mind these so called "advances'" She smiled back at him, glad she got her turn to tease him.
Over some period of time, Nabia made the decision not to be so timid around him, try to be more confidant in her actions. Not be some kind of quiet Rakuh... well at least not around him. He had helped her so much, showed her so much and trusted her finally she saw no point in being timid around him. After all she wanted to be around him.
"Unless you want me to leave Aztarac," She said, still smiling. Though she was not sure if it came off like one of his smirks.
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jul 19, 2018 13:37:32 GMT
| ● | IF THIS WORLD WAS TO END WOULD YOU STAND BESIDE ME AND WATCH IT FALL.. |
He couldn’t help but laugh, fullheartedly his lips parted and he laughed for what seemed to only happen when Nabia was around. His hands rested on either side of her head keeping his body from crushing her beneath him. His smirk remained firmly planted on his face as he looked down at the what used to be timid and reclusive rakuh. “I’m pretty happy having you right where you are, though I don’t know how long this assertiveness might last.” His wolves made a sound similar to a mew more like a cat than a dog before disappearing leaving the two of them alone in a dark room. He fought with his desires, if it had been any other he wouldn’t hesitate and yet with her.. He wanted to cherish her and to make him hers in their own time. He wanted to take his time with her, to let her grow before she had no chance of escaping whatever this was forming into. His lips fell onto hers once more, gently as if suddenly realizing how fragile her life was in comparison to his own. He pushed off her getting off the bed only to lift her in his arms and move her to the top of the bed dropping her head on one of the large pillows. He let her fall out of his arms though he wished he could keep holding her as if too worried she might disappear, be kidnapped or taken from him. He walked around to the other side of the bed and laid beside her. His smirk never leaving his face he took her hand and kissed the back of her hand leaving it beside him. He pulled her closer with her arm making her face slam slightly into his chest and laughed. “Don’t worry I won’t eat you.. Yet.” He winked at her and closed his eyes his lips still tilted into a smile. “Rest, you didn’t think I would let you get away from me did you. This is what you have to deal with from now on.” He tilted her chin up and kissed her once more, though his eyes were closed he wouldn’t sleep not with his treasure beside him. ☆ OOC NOTESWords:372 MitichiMADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Mitichi on Jul 25, 2018 16:05:13 GMT
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Her smile only grew more and more as her face lightly hit his chest. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in Aztaracs scent. She wanted to treasure this moment forever, having him so close by her side. It reassured her that even if for now he could be close to her, and she didnt have to worry about him getting hurt. She let a light laugh slip out of her lips as she heard him talk.
"I dont think I will mind, Az..." She whispered, shifting closer to him so she can be even closer, "Thank you."
With that, she brang her hands against his chest and let sleep take her. Though it seemed, no matter of how much of a good note she had fell asleep on, no matter how happy she was in Aztaracs presence... no matter how present he was, she would still get the same nightmare. She would visit the same fiery endless pit, the heat would be unbearable every night, it would make her weak, her legs unable to keep her weight up. The worst, Aztarac would be in the middle of it all, his expression full of pain whilst burning just like her friend. Nabia would cry and cry, but no matter how hard she tried no water would come and she would watch someone dear die right in front of her.
Though this time, her dream ended with darkness rather than her screaming at herself. The darkness got rid of everything she saw, no flames and no burning Aztarac. Though the heat was still present, and she clang onto the thought of Aztarac standing next to her with his smirk even more, trying to ignore the burning heat.
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jul 25, 2018 20:00:02 GMT
| ● | IF THIS WORLD WAS TO END WOULD YOU STAND BESIDE ME AND WATCH IT FALL.. |
Aztarac never slept, though his eyes would remain shut it was more out of motion than actual rest. His body was still active, he heard everything and felt each movement Nabia made while beside him. His eyes opened as her body stiffened, her temperature rose and she saw her face change slightly to different expressions of pain and then to calmness. He watched her but made no move to wake her, he knew of her nightmares or well his wolves had showed him her night terrors. He wanted to calm her when she grew stiffer, he pushed her closer against his cool body while hers burned from what she was going through. He let his darkness consume her hoping it could reach even in the realm where she fought her fears on her own, giving her some kind of guidance or strength to come back to reality. He stayed there motionless just watching her in a darkness he was too familiar with yet felt so different. Since meeting her his darkness had seemed punishment where before it had been his cocoon of safety and solitude. Now he found it a place a comfort one that shared a moment that made his lips curve into a smile. He found himself wanting to engulf her in darkness if not only so she would never know fear or have to worry about the dangers in Azelania. As he waited for her to return from her dreams he just watched her face, so young and yet wounded so much by people that knew so little of her. Isolated for reasons she had yet to tell him, he remembered her fiery attitude and her desire to learn. The loss of her only friend only making the pain she felt in her short life even worse. He had lived for centuries and yet he wished time would freeze in this one moment where the two had little worries but nightmares and needing to move for food. This house had been his safety, Fate his only friend or person he could trust and now there was Nabia. “You have stolen more than you know.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead his lips cool against her skin that burnt. ☆ OOC NOTESWords:372 MitichiMADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Mitichi on Jul 28, 2018 16:24:48 GMT
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Nabia sat within her realm of dream, the darkness still amongst her as with the heat. It burnt so hot against her body that was not made for heat and fire but water, water which soothed her. Yet when there was no water, there was darkness. Darkness which reminded her of a tall male, with dark hair and clothing, with his dark shadow wolves and the moments they shared together in darkness. Dear Aztarac who was so troubled himself yet let her in, lent her his time and held her in her arms. You have stolen more than you know, she heard this almost like a breeze passing through the darkness. Even if a whisper she knew who the voice belonged to and she let herself fall to the ground.
She smiled, drawing a circle on the floor, remembering the feeling of his messy hair and let her eyes close, concentrating to free herself of this nightmare. She repeated that her friend was gone and that it was okay, and that Aztarac was stronger than him and wouldnt get caught so easily. She soothed herself remembering the man she had gotten so fond of. If she awoke she would be able to see him once again
And so Nabia awoke, her eyes wide open and she remembered where she had fallen asleep. In none other than Aztaracs arms. She smiled slightly, enjoying this kind of warmth much more than the one that scorched her skin in her nightmares. She moved her head up to look at his face, and although his eyes were closed she felt like he was awake. Last time it turned out he was awake all the time whilst looking as if fast asleep. She brought her face back into his chest, but searched for his hand instead. She took it into hers and brought it to her cheek.
"As have you, brand new, never stolen before Nabia," She whispered softly. It was true, never before had she grown so attached to a person that she would willingly follow them, not even to her little friend. This feeling was new to her, but she was certain she wanted to be by Aztaracs side for a long time.
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