[set for Ramon (But Jaydyn and the girls can come too)]
Mogs scuttled about the house, their luggage unpacked and put away. There was a distinct air of worry buzzing about the entire estate. Many of the mogs wore small white doctors robes, some wore green to help convey the position of a healer. The library was empty, save for an overturned throne and dried blood on the carpet. Anna's room was spotted
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*He watches silently as she slumped back into a laying position on her bed, noting the pained sigh she exhuded once she rested her head on the pillow once more.*
You're wrong. Dead wrong. You are perfect, at least to me. Someone who can actually find it in themselves to even entertain the notion of loving such a creature as me, platonically or otherwise, can be nothing but.
*Finally deciding to show that he at least harbors even just the slightest initiative, he hoists himself up onto her bed (the fantasies chuckle darkly in his mind and unfurl their tendrils to wrap them around his thoughts, but he hisses at them to shut up) and crawls over to her until he is kneeling by her side.*
You are beautiful, Senorita Truble.
*Again screwing up what little courage he could scrape together and doing so quickly before he could tell himself to think it over, he bent down and placed a kiss of his own on her quavering lips, this time actually remembering to shut his eyes. Again, the rushing sensation returned to his mind and the fantasies screeched with delight; he gave them another firm order to quiet themselves.
Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled away.*
You are beautiful in more ways than anything like me could ever hope to be.
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A hand cupped to the back of the boys head in that kiss, making it just that tiny bit more intimate. She adored him, creature of the undead or not. s he pulled back she smiled saddly, knowing it would never become more than just that simple sort of kiss. And then those words...
Her arms swept over him, tugging him to her in a weakened hug.
"Oooh, mon cher!"
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*Near immediately, whether he liked it or not, the fantasies burst forth from the shadows in the back of his mind and sought to engulf everything inside his head, screaming with wicked joy. He valiently tried to hold them at bay. But it was becoming difficult.
He wasn't sure whether he should try to pull away...stay in the hug...maybe even try kissing her again...? The fantasies cackled and pointed gleefully at the last option. He enjoyed it, certainly, more than he could express...but it was still awkward.
He immediately worried that the Moogles were sitll around, watching these open displays of affection. But he dare not glace around for them. He didn't want her to be the one to break the embrace.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled himself into a sitting position again, noting sadly how her weakened arms sort of just slid limply off of his back. She was so very tired...*
You are beautiful. Never deny or doubt that. And you...you will surely make the man you choose very happy. Senor Black, perhaps. He's...he's more..."appropriate"...
*The fantasies growled and spat in disgust.*
But me...where that leaves me is troublesome. You are like me, transendent of humanity. You understand me. I...I greatly doubt there are any more that are like you. Ones that can...look past certain shortcomings. Even then, I still...Well, part of me always said that hoping for anything from you was foolish and a waste of time, given how I...I...I always knew, deep down, that was correct...But it never stopped me from trying. And hoping...
*He glances down, ashamed at how he seems to be trying to drag his problems into this when she obviously had more important things to worry about. Like getting well, for starters. He took one of her hands into his and kisses the back of it gently, sadly realizing how cold it was.*
Ah, but that is of little concern to you now. It shouldn't be any concern of yours, actually; do not trouble yourself with my petty problems. Please, just focus all your strength on getting better. That is what I desire of you more than anything.
*The fantasies quirk an eyebrow questioningly, but he harshly tells them to just SHUT UP.*
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She knew she was beautiful. Not in a vain way, either. Part of that curse from her mother. From the moment she was given cels to provide a face to the moment she handed over her soul to become a necromancer, she was the type of pretty other girls would kill for.
But choose? Truly choose a man to call her own? No. That answer showed probably too well on her face. She had not chosen Joe. And she would not choose Ramon. Both of them for the same reason. She couldn't.
Anna's head snapped up at his phrase of 'appropriate'...
"Don't you dare say that, Ramon. Not about you. You are just as 'appropriate' as he is, if not more so because of what you are. You both... I love you both so much, dammit. But, niether of you can be chosen over the other. But, oui. I understand you as I am part of you, I hold the same immortal coil as you. And I have endeared much that you have in my past."
Hands again took to his own, gripping them feebly.
"Had things been different... My life taken a different path... I would have loved to have you at my side, Ramon. Just as I would have with Joe. But, it's not you. I want you to know that right her... here. It's not you. It's my occupation and my dedication to it... But it is my concern, as it is my love for you that is placed into concideration."
((Need sleep soon.))
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I understand. Truely, I do. In fact, I favor it. To be denied based more on your duties and occupations is far more preferable a manner to have your advances turned away, rather than having them treated as such because of...what I am...or how I appear...
...But...I would appreciate some truth on your part now. Unless you...really would rather not answer. I'd understand that as well. Erm...*blushes lightly and averts his gaze for a moment, as if trying to piece together exactly what he wanted to say*
...If...hypothetically, you--you did decide to...to choose me...if such an option was in your power...I understand that it is not, really I do...but if it was...W-Would you have ever been able to b-bring yourself to...to slee-...
*something seems to snap within him and he quickly looks back up at her*
...N-nevermind! I--W-What I was going to say isn't im-important! Not at all! No! Do not concern yourself! Please! Just...just get better. That's all I need now. Really.
((S'alright. We can either wrap this up here quickly or continue it some other time. Either options are okay with me, I suppose. :P))
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"You remind me so much my dear Michael. So funny. So cute. He was a tad younger than I when we claimed each other. He was about fifteen. I was nigh twenty. He was such a dear."
Her head tilted, giving him a pleasant and careful gaze.
"And yes. I would. Though not with the intent I have when I ask you tonight if you'd like to share my bed. It would be frightfully terrible to spend this night of panic by my lonesome. And I see no better man to do the job of laying beside me than you, Ramon..."
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A-A-Anna...I c-cannot express...That you would even...I...can't...
*The fantasies cackled and tugged mercilessly at his mind, ensuring that all his mental attention be trained upon them.*
...I-If it would offer y-you any semblance of comfort...and my presense would not offend you horribly...I would...I would be honored to...lie here with y-you, s-s-senorita...
((Moved comment. Obviously. Hopefully this won't screw up any forthcoming ones. :x))
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"Then I suggest doing so before I fall asleep in mid-sentence..."
((Oops. Sorry... X3!))
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*with fumbling hands, he slowly removed his coat and tossed it onto the chair he had hung his hat on earlier. He then froze, worried that him taking off any articles of clothing might cause her to worry that he still misinterpreted what sort of lying she implied. He quickly blurts:*
I-I'm just taking off my coat! It's, ah, a bit hot...That's...that's all...
*Silently cursing at what a bumbling fool he must look and at the fantasies, who were busying themselves with clucking their tongues and shaking their head at him sadly he slowly crawled over to the space she indicated and nervously laid down, unsure if he should face her or turn his back instead. He decides to eliminate the middle man and opts on just lying on his back instead, unconciously ensuring that no part of him was touching her; he couldn't bear the thought of her thinking he was getting the wrong idea even though that made the fantasies giggle to themselves like gossipy old women.*
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As Ramon found his way onto the bed, making himself as comfortable as he could, Anna scoot closer. Her emerald green silk pillow was offered to share with him, being the size he was. A hand took up one of his own, her fingers giving it a small squeeze. Anna brought it to her lips, kissing the smallish fingers of her friend before letting both their hands ease to the surface of the vastly over sized beed. Her voice grows soft, weakened with tire. Eyes flutter slowly to a close, indicating sleep was soon on its way...
"Thank you, mon cher Ramon. I needed you tonight..."
((God, need sleeep. Night!))
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But watching her sleep so soundly wasn't such a bad trade-off.*
As I needed you too, Senorita Truble...
*smiles*
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