Tormented Angel (JacobJon & DescentIntoDarkness)
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				Title: <strong>Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 02:33:53</strong>
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				This was no place for her, no place for an angel to be. Deep within a dark forest within a cave that went far underground. She didn't know how long she had been there. Time had blurred and days had become minutes for her, years had become days. She could no longer remember her old life, or where she had come from. All she knew was the cage, the steel rusted collar that rubbed her neck raw but would not heal, and could not get infected. The floor beneath her was dirt, making her knees and legs dirty and grimy as she knelt there. Unless sleeping she was always supposed to kneel. She was not allowed to lie down, not unless she was told she was allowed to sleep or move. <br><br>The cage around her was rusted metal, but she was too weak to break it. Her abilities bound for so long, even if she remembered how to use them, they would be weak at best. Her once curly raven hair hung strait around her pale face. She wore scraps of once white clothing now dingy and grey barely covering her breasts and a thin scrap between her thighs. Her Master, the larger demon pacing restlessly outside her cage, didn't like others seeing what was his. Behind her, her wings were bound in chains, white feathers on the dirt floor beneath her. They were so broken and injured the feathers were beginning to fall out. Her Master liked it that way, keeping her incapable of flight. Not that she could remember how to fly anyway. All she knew was this. Slavery. <br><br>When the sound of battle flooded the cave she was frightened, her Master sent men toward the entrance to stop them but the sounds grew louder. Her Master payed her little attention as her hands flew up to her ears, covering them as the sounds of violence echoed through the cave. The yelling around her cage echoed through her head like loud claps of thunder making her body shake like a leaf. She whimpered softly and bent forward curling slightly in a kneeling ball, murmuring to herself whispering for it all to stop. <br><br>As the commotion grew worse her Master pushed one of the men toward her cage, the lock broke when he fell against it, but no one, not even the Angel inside noticed it given the way she was curled up trying to hide herself from the sudden onslaught of violence. She couldn't see it, but she could hear it, and feel it all the way down to her bones. Finally her Master lifted the sword, the one she always found fascinating, familiar even though given her curled position she hardly noticed it now and he started forward to take care of this mess himself. As he moved from sight she fell onto her side curling into a fetal position scooting toward the corner of the cage and covering her head and ears. Being slave to that demon was hell, but if something was powerful enough to kill him, something worse could lie ahead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 03:20:28</strong>
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				Richard Enders felt like this day was never going to end. They had been at it for hours, slaying every form of horror he could imagine, and even some that he couldn't. He had watched countless friends and knights who were more experienced than him be torn limb from limb by these monstrosities. The only thing that was keeping him going was the fact that they had been slowly pushing their enemies back, and now they were on the verge of finishing this nightmare once and for all. <br><br>One of his lieutenants approached him. The man had a cut on his forehead that was bleeding badly, but he didn't seem to notice. "My lord, the few remaining enemies are falling back to that cave." <br><br>Richard allowed himself a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow. While it wasn't particularly hot out today, the battle had pushed all of them well beyond their limits. The only things keeping them going were adrenaline and desire to see the mission done. "Take a team and secure our perimeter. I'll take a dozen or so men and clear out whatever is waiting in that cave." <br><br>The man did as he was told. Before he knew it, Richard had a dozen of his best men behind him, following him into the cave. Richard was tempted to just charge in and get this over with, but he forced himself to play it cautiously. He hadn't survived the nightmare that was today just to get killed now. The first sensation that struck him as he entered the cave was the smell. The place smelled like death, only worse. There was a hint of sulfur mixed in. The darkness made it so he couldn't see more than a few feet in front of him. It was that darkness that stopped him from seeing their foes until they were almost on top of him. <br><br>The first demon charged at him like an animal. Richard steadied his sword in front of him and let the demon impale itself, but the force of its charge still slammed him into the wall hard enough to make him lose his grip on his sword. He fell to his knees, stunned, and as he was trying to pull himself upright again, he heard the sound of one of his men being torn apart by a demon blade. Richard grit his teeth and pulled his sword free of the dead demon so that he could rejoin the battle. <br><br>While his men faced off against the few remaining rank and file demons, Richard found himself facing off against what he could only assume was their leader. The demon was a head taller than its subjects, which made it considerably taller than Richard. Brute strength would clearly not win him this fight alone. Richard swallowed and said a silent prayer as he advanced. His sword caught the beast in the arm, but it didn't seem to break its skin. All the hit did was make it lose its grip on its blade. If the demon cared about losing its weapon, it didn't show it. It landed a savage backhand across Richards side that dented his armor inward. Richard hit the ground hard, stunned. As the beast charged to finish him off, it took all of his strength to roll under it, pick up its own blade, and ram it into the monster's back. The blade cut through like butter. The creature let out a scream, probably some sort of curse, before it fell over, dead. <br><br>Richard winced as he pulled himself to his feet. He would probably be limping for a few days. Now that the battle was over, he took a moment to examine the sword that the demon had been using. It didn't look like any demon blade he had seen today. It was silver, with markings he couldn't read. The weapon just felt right in his hands. Rather than seek out his own weapon, he held onto this one. It was only when he stopped examining his new weapon that he noticed the cages, and the single occupant within them. <br><br>He approached her slowly, in part because of his limp, and in part because of his sheer amazement at what he saw. While her wings were bound, there was no mistaking what they were. Could she be...? He had heard stories of angels since he was a boy, but he didn't think they actually walked among men. Richard knelt down beside her cage and put his hand on the bars. "Hi." he said gently. He had no idea what to say beyond that. How was one supposed to address a creature this magnificent? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 03:40:45</strong>
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				The sounds were horrific, she could hear ever slice of blade through flesh. The tearing of limbs from bodies. Even with her ears covered she could hear it all. Why could she hear everything? It was like curse to hear such evils and death. Violence. She knew deep down, in some part of her that she was not made for this kind of life, but then again she didn't know what kind of life she was made for. Her hands tightened over her ears but it didn't stop. Especially as the sounds seemed to just get closer. A whimper escaped her as she curled up tighter, shaking. Every inch of her body trembled. At one time in her life, that she could not even recall, her dirty skin had shimmered, but now it was simply pale and dirty from lack of care, and lack of any sort of happiness. <br><br>Her toes curled up slightly as she waited, not knowing which side would win. Some part of her hoped that her Master won, simply because she knew what to expect with him. Even if he would take his anger out on her tonight when all was said and done, especially if he was injured. What if he was killed? What would happen to her then? If her Master was killed then she would be taken by that which was more powerful then her Master, and possibly more brutal. A shudder of dread raced up her spine, and then there was silence. <br><br>When all she heard was the silence she was even more frightened simply because if her Master had won, there wouldn't be silence but yelling and riotous noises. Her hands slid from around her head and curled against her chest as her heart pounded like a drum against her ears. She heard armored clanking moving toward her. She could tell by the sound who ever it was they were limping. <br><br>As he grabbed hold of the cage the door wavered as the lock was broken in the fray. When he spoke she shifted slightly, trembling the chains on her wings rattled and feathers fell from them. She finally lifted her head. It was easily seen between her collar and skin how raw her flesh was rubbed, bleeding slightly even as large silvery blue eyes looked up at him. There were tears of utter terror in her eyes as she peered up at him. But she didn't speak, only looked at him. He looked... human, but she wasn't sure. Blinking, a tear fell and she pushed herself up somewhat weakly from the ground. Shifting she knelt again, her head bowed but her body still shook with fear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 03:54:17</strong>
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				His hand on the cage door revealed that the lock was broken, but she made no attempt to leave. That was confusing to Richard. What was more confusing was the fact that she didn't speak to him now that the battle was over. He had been certain that she would address him in some deep, powerful voice and tell him how helping her had helped with some holy quest, or something like that. Instead, she just looked at him, and her eyes didn't appear to be those of some holy warrior who was looking for a chance at freedom. She simply looked like an abused, frightened woman. A beautiful woman, no doubt, but a woman nonetheless. He could only imagine the horrors that she had been put through during her time as a captive here. <br><br>Out the corner of his eye, he spotted one of his men approaching him to make a report. He didn't want the man's voice to frighten the woman, so he waved him off. His voice was barely a whisper as he said, "Tell the men to secure the perimeter. Once they are sure we are safe, they should enjoy a hard won victory." The soldier gave a little nod before departing to carry out his orders. <br><br>With the soldier gone, Richard stood up and glanced around for a moment before spotting a worn looking key on a nearby table. With any luck, this would release that collar and the chains on her wings. Richard knelt down beside the cage again, though the pain in his leg and chest made him wince at doing so. He slowly opened the cage door and held his hand inside. "My name is Richard. I am a knight of Candor, and I am here to help you. If you will just come towards me, I will remove those chains that are hurting you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 04:07:24</strong>
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				When the other man approached she didn't look at him. She in fact didn't look away from the one in front of her. Her eyes remained on him watching him curiously and frightened. She swallowed hard as he spoke in those hushed tones to the other man and wondered what was to be done with her now. Her Master was obviously killed and she had yet to discover if this was a good thing or a bad thing. She knew full well if she was freed and sent off on her own, she would die. She had no way to take care of herself, she also had no way of knowing if this man was worse then her former Master. <br><br>Once the other man had gone she watched the one before her stand and glance about. Remaining knelt there and silent, almost perfectly painful posture, her eyes forward but, secretly she watched him when his back was turned. So unless he was in front of her she didn't look directly at him. It wasn't too hard to tell that the woman had been kept as a slave and given the looks at her raw neck it was a long time. He had yet to see the area between her wings and the back of her thighs or her inner thighs, which were scarred from whips and claws. Showing that she was a slave of that beast for a very long time. <br><br>As he held his hand inside the cage she glanced down at his hand looking slightly puzzled at it. She wasn't sure if he was going to hit her or grab her but he just held his hand there. No one had ever helped her out of the cage before, so she didn't know what he was doing. As he introduced himself, and spoke of removing the chains which pained her she narrowed her gaze looking rather suspiciously at him. But at this moment, he was her Master. He killed the Demon who had previously owned her and thus he was her owner now. It worked like that didn't it? That's how her Master had gotten a girl in the past, even though he had killed her. <br><br>She didn't take his hand, mostly because she didn't understand that he was trying to help her out. Instead she did as she had been trained by the Demon to do. With her head bowed she crawled on the dirty and likely now blood stained dirt toward him. He asked her to come toward him and weather she wanted the chains off or not, which she did. She would come toward him. Once she reached him. She settled back to kneeling once more, silent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 04:21:29</strong>
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				While Richard had seen a great deal during his brief time as a knight, he had never seen someone this badly hurt over such a long period of time. It was like she had collapsed inside of herself to survive whatever these abominations had done to her. Nothing in his training or anything he had read covered how to help someone like this, so he was forced to operate on instinct, and simply hope that he didn't make things worse. <br><br>As she crawled out of the cage and towards him, his first instinct was to remove the collar that was so clearly hurting her neck, but given how she seemed so frightened of his every move, he was afraid that moving his hands towards her neck might spark a bad reaction. He had to prove that he could be trusted before he could do anything like that. <br><br>The men who helped him fight his way to her had all gone outside to secure the perimeter with their comrades, but he had no doubt that they had seen this woman before they left. What was left of his force would already be telling stories of the angel they had rescued. Richard couldn't help but fear that they would expect a divine creature who could inspire them and heal their wounds, not someone who needed their help more than they needed hers. <br><br>He cautiously crept closer to her right wing, moving so slowly that it felt like he wasn't really moving at all. Hopefully this key would open the lock that bound this wing. There was no way she would sit there and let him try to force her free. As he worked on unlocking her damaged but still beautiful wing, he spoke to her in a soft voice. "Like I said, my name is Richard. That is what people call me. Do you have a name? Something that you like to be called?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 04:33:36</strong>
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				Collapsing within herself was a bit of an understatment. She had grown almost numb. All she had left in her was fear and pain. She remained there, because he had asked her to come forward. Not knowing what he might truly do. Or if he might actually try to help her. It was horrible but, there wasn't a part of her that thought he was going to actually help. She was waiting for something to happen. Waiting for him to hurt her, to make her do something that she's been forced to do before, something humiliating or painful. She had no idea the danger she was in of course. Being an Angel among humans. She didn't understand her significance among the human race. She just knew there was a human race, and that she was an Angel. <br><br>The sad part was, she couldn't even recall where her kind spawned from. Where they came from. How they came to be. If she had parents, or a childhood. It was all... gone. She remembered her name, that was all. But it was never what the demon had called her. She continued to look straight ahead as he moved around to her right wing to unlock it. She swallowed hard as he moved out of her sight. She tried to stop trembling and instead her fists curled tightly, nervously as she waited to see what he was going to do to her. <br><br>As he worked on the lock he'd find it rusted and a bit hard to turn but the key would work. The moment the key turned and the lock opened her wing unfurled reflexively after having been bound for so long it was cramped and injured slightly. He'd finally hear a sound for her but it wouldn't be more then a sigh of relief as the wing was free'd stretching outward before it drooped downward obviously injured. When he asked her name however she turned her head to look at him those silvery blue eyes peering at him through her dirty strands of raven black hair. She didn't respond but after a moment returned her head forward in that bowed position. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 04:47:45</strong>
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				Since removing the chain on her right wing seemed to bring her nothing but relief, he slowly moved on his knees towards her left side so that he could do the same thing there. Moving like that was painful, especially given his recent injuries, but he wasn't going to risk standing up and frightening her, at least not until he had earned a little bit of her trust. <br><br>Richard was almost close enough to start working on the other lock when he remembered he had a small satchel over his shoulder that he carried a few basic supplies in. That might be a way to break the ice and earn a measure of trust. He reached into the satchel and removed a juicy red apple. The king had given it to him to enjoy as part of his victory celebration, but he had no taste for it now. He placed it on the ground in front of her, as he figured she wouldn't take it from his open hand. "There you go. You should eat. It's good, believe me." <br><br>The lock on her left wing was just as rusty as the one one her right, but he worked at it slowly and patiently. "It's ok if you don't want to tell me your name right now, but I have to have something to call you. Let's see, how about...Glory? Angels are supposed to be glorious, so that seems fitting. Is it ok if I call you Glory?" Truth be told, the name seemed especially fitting for her. She was glorious. Even dirty, hurt, and scared to the point that she was, it was clear that she was gorgeous. No doubt that was part of the reason these monsters had wanted her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 05:03:42</strong>
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				Her right wing after that first stretch just hung ling along her back, though most of her back was still covered considering the fact that the other wing was so tightly chained to her back. She listened as he moved along on his knees wondering why he was moving around like that. But she wasn't going to question him. She had no right to question him. To the extent of her knowledge she had no right to question anyone most of all her Master. Who she considered him to be as he killed her former Master. <br><br>As he paused working on the other lock and reached to his satchel she blinked. Though she didn't look to see what he was doing. As he set the apple down in front of her she glanced down at it. Her stomach growled a bit at the sight of food. As he told her that she should eat it she reached down and took it into her hands. She brushed it off lightly as it had been set on the ground. Though her hands just made it dirty. Though it didn't really matter it wasn't like she could get sick. She lifted it and took a bite eating it as he told her that she should. It both nourished and hydrated her some at the same time. Making her relax somewhat as she knelt there. <br><br>As he worked at the lock on left wing and finally worked it off, the same would happen. It would jerk free of the chains, stretching reflexively and then dropping limp. He would now be able to see the part of her back between her wings and her lower back which was covered in scars. the wings just hung and drooped along the dirty ground but they no longer shed feathers like they had been doing previously now that they were no longer chained. She continued to eat the apple enjoying the taste and texture of it. She had never eaten an apple before and found she liked it very much. <br><br>When her Master spoke again she looked at him blinking as she ate the apple still seeming to know how to eat it even though she didn't recall having one before. As he asked if he could call her Glory she bowed her head softly. He could call her whatever he pleased. He was her Master after all. She was baffled as to why he would even ask her permission. It was better then the horrible things the Demon had called her. Much better. At least Glory sounded pretty. Especially compared to whore, or slut, or pit bitch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 15:43:20</strong>
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				Richard had no idea how wings worked, or how they would suffer after being chained together for an extended period of time. They were clearly still hurt as he removed the chains, but freedom didn't seem to hurt her. That was something, at least. <br><br>The way her wings moved gave him a better view of the damage that had been done to her back. Richard could only imagine what kind of attack could leave scars like that, but it was no wonder that she was so frightened. She had known pain for a very long time. Richard cleared his throat. "Glory, listen to me. I can see that you have suffered a lot. I'm sure that the people in this cave hurt you a great deal. Glory, that isn't going to happen anymore. I told you before that I'm a knight, and when we promise something, we keep that promise. I promise you right now that you are under my protection until you no longer need it." Given her emotional state of mind, he knew he could be in this for the long haul, but he meant what he said. <br><br>"Glory, I still need to get this collar off of you so that your neck can start healing. It might hurt for a moment, but then it will get better. Would you please come a little closer to me and hold very, very still?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 08:23:38</strong>
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				Pain was something that she was honestly, very numb to now. She just didn't feel it. Oh for awhile she had, a long time really. The painful whip and other things done to her that she would likely never speak of. She was used to being in pain so much, used to being uncomfortable so much, that her pain tolerance was rather high. Her wings were literally broken. And yet, she hardly winced as he unchained them. Merely sighed with relief as they were released from their bonds. <br><br>As this man, Richard, her Master, spoke of promises, she looked utterly baffled. Silvery blue eyes blinking at him as she really looked at him rather then straight ahead or down at the ground. She didn't entirely understand the meaning of promises, or what a knight was, or even what keeping promises meant. Oh she understood what keeping ones word meant and she was bright enough to but the pieces together but why? He did not know her, he was her Master. Why would he promise to place her under his protection. But then again, is that not what the Demon had done. He had protected her from the other demons had he not? In turn he had hurt her though. But this man was telling her that being hurt wasn't going to happen anymore. He confused her and made her curious as to what his intentions were. <br><br>When he mentioned the collar she shuddered. She knew how painful the removal would be. Her skin in places had grown stuck to the collar though it wasn't seen visibly she could feel it. It would make her bleed no doubt. And the skin was raw, dirty, and well, horrible looking given how long she's worn that same collar. Luckily being as she was she could not get an infection otherwise she would have died a very long time ago. <br><br>For now, she could do nothing but his will and and so she moved toward him sliding on her knees along the dirty floor of the cave bending her neck toward him. She wanted the collar off but braced herself for the pain, even though she knew it would be nothing compared to what she knew in the past. Oddly she was more concerned about his reaction to what he'd see beneath then the pain of its removal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 15:47:35</strong>
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				The way she crawled closer to him seemed to be a sign that it was ok for him to take the collar off, even though she knew that it would hurt. Richard still wished that she would talk to him, but so far it had been fairly easy to figure out what she wanted. <br><br>As he started to work with the collar, it became obvious just how painful this would be. How long had she been wearing this? What kind of miserable bastard would do this to her? Richard found himself wishing the demon was still alive so he could kill it again. "This is never going to happen again, Glory." <br><br>When the metal band finally came loose, she did indeed start to bleed. Given what she was, Richard assumed that she would heal nicely, but he could still help the matter along. He reached into his pouch and removed a small vial of medicine. "Ok Glory, I'm going to put a little of this around your neck. It will probably sting a little going on, but once it kicks in, it will make it hurt less and help you heal faster. Will you hold still while I do that?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 20:24:20</strong>
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				Speaking was typically not something she was allowed to do. Her former Master the Demon had rarely allowed it, and to be honest over the years she had stopped talking all together. What was the point. Other then a noise or whimper on occasion she didn't speak, but it was unknown, even to her... if she could speak. She had coherent thoughts. She could form words in her head. So there was no reason why she couldn't out loud. She was still just rather afraid to, not knowing how this new Master might react to that. <br><br>As he started to work on the collar she closed her eyes knowing the pain she was about to go through. Centering herself and preparing herself for the inevitable. Luckily she was highly tolerant to pain so with luck it wouldn't phase her. But then again given the trauma of the day... she wasn't sure how much she could take. As the thick metal band came loose and he started to remove it she whimpered, skin came off with the collar and blood started to drip from her neck. Her nails dug into her knees as tears welled up in her eyes. A soft whimper escaped her but she didn't scream or jerk away from him. <br><br>As he removed the vial of medicine she hardly noticed trying to focus on something inward so her neck would stop throbbing she curled her nails against her palm and bit her bottom lip as he told her what he was going to do. She nodded her head carefully as he asked if she would hold still while he did that. She would of course, he was her Master she would do as she was asked. Though why he was asking and not telling her, was still a little confusing to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 20:55:10</strong>
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				Seeing how her skin clung to the collar, Richard had been sure that she would cry out. He couldn't help but find the fact that she didn't impressive. "You are even more brave than I would have guessed." he said quietly. <br><br>When she consented to the limited treatment that he could offer, Richard started to apply the salve to her neck. He used more of the medicine than the injury probably called for, but from what he could see, she had suffered enough for ten lifetimes. He was pleased to ease her burden just a little. The medicine he was giving her would numb her neck and encourage healing, though he would probably have to apply it again in a few hours. <br><br>Seeing the way her eyes teared up just made him want to embrace her, though he knew better than to try something so abrupt. Instead, he slowly reached out and took one of her hands, squeezing it in his own. "I can only imagine what you have suffered through, but the bastard who did this to you is dead. Anyone else who wants to hurt you will have to kill me first. Do you understand, Glory?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 21:09:17</strong>
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				Really, for her there was no point in crying out in pain. Usually that tended to cause one of two reactions in her former Master. Rage or Pleasure and she never wished to cause either in him. Though of course she didn't know this Master yet, and knew it unfair to compare him to the Demon, the Demon had been all she had ever known for so long. She did what she knew because it was all she did know. She blinked at him quietly even with those tears in her eyes as he said that she was more brave than he would have guessed. How was she brave? She didn't understand. A brave being would have escaped, a brave being wouldn't be a slave. But she did not open her mouth to disagree with her Master. <br><br>As he applied the salve it stung a little at first. He'd find the wounded area of her neck rough but if he did touch unwounded skin near the injury he would find silky soft skin, softer then silk even. She shifted to accomidate him as he applied the salve to her neck, sighing as she felt the numbing substance taking effect and making her feel a little better. Her fists unclenched and she seemed to relax. <br><br>Even as he took her hand, she was still a bit relaxed. Confused though. She saw him as her Master given that he had killed her former Master, but now she wondered if he was also rescuer. He was being kind. But was he lulling her into a false sense of security? She knew she had to be careful. She couldn't get too comfortable. If he turned on her it could be devastating. She swallowed hard as she eyed him. She winced when he said he could only imagine what she has suffered through. No one could imagine in. Not even she wanted to think about what she'd been through the things that had been done to her. She nodded when he said that the Demon was dead. And tilted her head when he said that anyone else who tried to hurt her would have to kill him first. But then that's how the Demon had been too. No one was allowed to hurt her except for him. Was this man like that too or would he be different. <br><br>As he asked her if she understood she nodded her head softly at him, she bowed her head to him, wondering if he understood. Her hair falling like a dirty curtain around her face, as she bowed to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 21:30:59</strong>
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				Even though she said that she understood, Richard had his doubts. She seemed so confused, so vulnerable. He was only now starting to understand how big of an undertaking helping her recover would be, but he still wished to see it through. <br><br>Behind him, a guard who he hadnt even heard enter cleared his throat. "My lord, the area is secure. We have established a base camp. Many of the men are in need of rest." <br><br>Richard nodded absently. "Take shifts. We don't want to let our guard down too fast." He waited for the man to leave before focusing on Glory again. "Glory, Im going to take you to my tent. It has food, a pillow, and sheets. Nobody will hurt you or touch you." He had to imagine she had been raped countless times, and he didnt want her thinking that was what he had in mind. "Do you feel strong enough to walk?" His first instinct was just to carry her to their destination, but he was still wary of startling her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 21:40:34</strong>
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				She was confused but there were things she understood. There were also things she wondered if he understood. If he understood that in killing her former Master she considered him her Master. Though she didn't say it allowed. She assumed that's how it worked as that was the way it was in the world she had lived in for so long. She watched him curiously though when she heard the man clear his voice to her it almost sounded like a growl and she jumped in a skittish sort of way, her silvery blue eyes widening as she almost lept away but she kept herself still where she was kneeling. <br><br>She listened to the exchange of words and her heart pounded rather rapidly and she calmed slowly. She had been raped by her demonic Master. Of course, he had not considered it rape, to him it had been taking what was his. Though she had never been a willing participant. After the first several years though she had stopped fighting. He had taken her virginity, and he had used her ever since. Violent sexual acts was all she knew of sex. She didn't know it could be any other way. <br><br>Her eyes lifted to her current Master as he spoke to her about his tent and what was there, and that he intended to take her there. When he asked if she was strong enough to walk she blinked. Honestly she had no idea. She hadn't been allowed to walk for a long time. Crawling and kneeling only. No walking as it was considered disrespectful to her former Master. He wanted her as an animal. <br><br>Biting her lip softly she glanced around, Reaching out she grabbed the edge of the cage light with both of her hands and she slowly tried to stand up. Her wings dragging along the ground as she moved. As she tried to rise it was obvious that she was not that large of a woman, half starved, very skinny, but curves in all the right places. Her hair down to her backside but her skin was very dirty from neglect. And with her standing he'd see the scars on the back of her thighs. She stood only about five and a half feet tall once she managed to stand completely. Though her legs shook as she struggled to remain upright. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 22:29:26</strong>
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				When he had asked if she was strong enough to walk, he had been wondering about her physical strength because of her lack of nourishment. Now that she was actually standing, he could see that it was more than that. The look in her eyes when he had asked made it clear that this wasn't something the demon had asked of her. It was like watching someone learn how to walk again. The thought that anything, even a demon could do this to her was infuriating. <br><br>"Alright darling, we'll work on that." he promised gently. Seeing how much of a strain this was for her made certain that Richard wasn't going to ask her to walk to his tent. He approached her slowly, wrapped an arm around her waist, and gently picked her up in his arms. Richard was still worried about frightening her, but he didn't see another way to move her. <br><br>She was as light as she looked, which wasn't surprising. Richard found himself wishing that she would be able to feel the warmth of a caring body instead of the cold of his armor, but that couldn't be helped. "I'm afraid I don't have another apple, but we'll see about getting you more food at the tent, as much as you can eat." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 22:39:40</strong>
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				At least she had managed to stand. Though her legs shook beneath her and were weak from having not stood up in such a long time. It wouldn't be hard for her to re learn how to walk again, days maybe as she wasn't a child now. She was an adult and she well logically she knew how to walk it was a matter of weakness and having not used her legs in such a manner in a long time. She was embarrassed to say the least as she clung to the cage standing. As she couldn't hold her wings up where they would normally tuck at her back the tips lay along the ground uselessly. <br><br>When he called her darling she tilted her head, wondering why he'd use an endearment with her. She really didn't understand this man at all. As he approached her she tensed a little and even more so when he wrapped an around around her waist. She released the cage and immediately her hands went to his shoulders to keep herself on her feet. She looked up at him worriedly but then as he lifted her she understood.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed slightly Her wings hanging down from his arms as her body curled against his cold armor. She was very light and small against him as she curled up in his arms. One arm curled around the back of his neck the other tucked in protectively against her body. Again she started to tremble before he knew he was going to take her outside. And though there was the promise of proper food there was also the idea of others. People who would see her. When other demons had seen her there had always been trouble, close calls and such that had ended in violence and death it made her stomach roll with nervousness. <br><br>But then there was the idea of sun light. How was it that she could remember the light when she couldn't remember much else before her time in this place. Light. Still however she kept her head tucked against him hiding her face against his armor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 22:58:11</strong>
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				He was pleasantly surprised that she reacted to being held as well as she did. He had expected her to panic at the idea of being touched. Was the fact that she was calm a sign that her master had touched her often? Based off what he had seen, the demon certainly wouldnt touch her in a kind way like this. <br><br>As he carried her outside, the sun was still shining, but it was starting to go down. Still, she would get a taste of its light. For his part, Richard had no idea that such a basic thing would be so meaningful to her. <br><br>The men were gathering to roast up their dinner, and it didn't take long for them to start to notice the girl Richard was holding. He could hear them muttering among themselves that this was some sort of sign that their quest was blessed. "As you were." Richard said. Only a few men obeyed the order. As he repeated it a second time, military discipline kicked in. The men would behave for now, but Richard would have some questions to answer later. <br><br>With that matter resolved, he turned his attention back to Glory. "You are fine here, darling. Nobody is going to hurt you." he whispered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 23:20:50</strong>
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				The truth was, she was afraid. She was panicked, but showing him that she was, was not something she was at all interested in doing. Before showing such emotion only got her in trouble, or it merely pleased the Demonic Master she had. She didn't know yet what to expect from this man and so, she didn't show either emotion. She remained in his arms as he carried her from deep within the cave. From the darkness that had been her life. That alone was a blessing and she felt as if she was moving from one great horrible thing into something else. Hopefully something better but she refused to allow herself to hope. Hope was too dangerous a thing for her to allow. <br><br>As they emerged from the cave and she felt the sun on her skin she winced and lifted her head from his armor. She barely noticed the other men at first. All she noticed was the sun on her face, even if it was setting. She tipped her head back against his arm and let the sun bath her face or what little sun was left in the sky. She let out a faint sob but it wasn't that of fear or sadness. It wasn't even one of pain. Tears slid down her dirty face and he'd see a smile curl her lips as she felt the sun on it. As she saw light again real light not burning flames or candles but real light. <br><br>It wasn't until the men started to clamor toward them that she lifted her head again and she cowered against him. He was her only point of safety at the moment. Thus far he had not hurt her, and he said he would keep her safe from all others. She didn't trust him but she had nothing else to go on. Though there were still tears she hid her face again, as much as she didn't want to. As she wanted to savor the fading sun, she also didn't want to be starred at or gawked at by the other men. Why were they all speaking of blessings? She was not there to bless she was a slave. Richard's slave, not theirs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 05:09:59</strong>
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				He noted the tears in Glory's eyes and couldn't help but feel that they were telling. She must have been in that cave for years. Given what she was, it was possible that she had been in there longer than he had been alive. The more he learned about her captivity, even though she wasn't speaking about it, the more it frustrated him. <br><br>It only took a moment to reach the command tent they had set up for him. There was a table in the center of it that had a map of the region for him to plan his campaign. Unfortunately, that was laughable now. He had lost far too many men to continue. The best he could do was hold this position. Chairs hasn't arrived yet, so he set Glory down on his bedroll. That should be an improvement over what she was used to. <br><br>He sat down across the tent from her and gave her a reassuring smile. "They'll bring me dinner in a few minutes. When it gets here, it is yours. I have no appetite. Glory, I need to ask you about your wings. Will they heal naturally or do they need to be set? I could try to set them if I need to." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 05:35:27</strong>
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				When he took her in to the tent she lifted her head once again from his armor glad to be away from all the eyes that had been looking at her. She glanced around the tent. It was so much different then what she was used to. No bars, no walls of stone or rusted bars. It was strange for her. But she liked it. That a tent with a bedroll was a miracle to her was a rather sad thing to consider really. As he put her down on the bed roll she shifted slightly. Onto her knees she went again kneeling before him even as he went to the other side of the tent. She watched him curiously. <br><br>When he spoke of his dinner and then asked about her wings she frowned slightly. She realized that she wouldn't be able to keep up the silence when it came to that question but a part of her was still afraid to speak. She glanced back over her shoulder at the wings that drooped along her back and across his bed roll. It was when she glanced back that she also looked down and realized how dirty that she was making his bed roll. She made a sound and scooted off of the bed roll. scurrying to try and get the dirty off of it that she'd gotten on it. <br><br>As she winced and tried to rapidly get the dirt off the bed roll before she got in trouble, she finally spoke. Her voice was... something else entirely. There weren't really words to describe it. Ethereal and beautiful, soothing like running water, fresh like a spring breeze, warm like spring afternoons. "I don't know." But it was whispered, she didnt speak loudly and the words were very, very hesitantly spoke and she ducked when she spoke as if she might get hit for speaking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 08:07:53</strong>
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				Seeing the way she reacted to the realization that she was getting the bedroll dirty made Richard frown a little. Glory had clearly been kept on a short leash by her master, and now she expected that same treatment from him. Even though he had put her on the roll, she was terrified he would blame her for getting a little dirt on it. Richard had spent the entire day fighting the forces of hell, so he wasn't exactly going to be clean when he used it later today, but that fact was lost on Glory. She just seemed to see something she could be blamed for. <br><br>He started to approach her, intent on assuring her that she wasn't going to get in trouble for getting the roll dirty, but stopped as she spoke. He hadn't expected her to talk, and he certainly hadn't expected her voice to sound like that. It was breathtaking. He was so focused on the sound that he almost missed the message. He would have to talk to the medic and see if they could rig up something to help set her wings. That could wait until morning though. Right now, his surgeon was no doubt busy with the wounded from the battle. <br><br>It took him a moment to realize that the way he had stopped could be misinterpreted as disapproval of the fact she had spoken, so he gave his head a little shake before sitting down beside her and again taking her hand to stop her from cleaning any more. "Don't worry about the roll." he said kindly. "It is just meant to grant comfort to weary, dirty travelers. I want you to be comfortable, so use it without worrying about the consequences." He let out a deep breath. "You have a very beautiful voice. I would like to hear more of it." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 08:47:30</strong>
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				As he started to approach her as she cleaned off the bedroll she began to move faster, worried that he was going to punish her despite his claim that her days of pain was over. She suffered from shell shock from the pure fact that, she had been lied to before and as yet did not trust this new Master of hers. Though he did save her from that dark place, an hour or two didn't erase what had been done to her for as long as she could remember, though she wished that it could gods did she wish that it could erase everything. She continued to try and get the dirt off of the bedroll rapidly and stopped when he did. <br><br>She bit her lip hard, so hard it began to bleed. She had spoken... had he not wanted her to speak? Her eyes got wide and she swallowed hard, she looked like she might bolt at the next mere sound or movement like a spooked rabbit in the brush. That she was afraid, that she had been punished for the most ridiculous of offences was very, very obvious. She knew that he too was dirty but it didn't matter. She had gotten it dirty.<br><br>As he shook his head she ducked again wondering what he might do and then as he took her hand she tensed slightly but noticed he was stopping her from cleaning the bedroll. She took her hand from it and looked up at him confused. As he explained she relaxed a little and looked at the roll then back to him once more. As he spoke of her voice and wanting to hear more of her voice she frowned slightly not entirely sure what he meant by that but she obeyed. <br><br>"As you wish, Master." She said her voice a mere whisper in that enchanting tone once more. "This is your sleeping space? this whore did not wish to dirty it with her skin." That such a word came from her mouth was appalling but the demon had made her call herself that more then once. "Should I help you remove your armor now?" She looked up at him from her knees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 16:05:08</strong>
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				Richard forced a smile when she spoke again, but it wasn't easy. How could something as magestic as her see herself as a whore? How long had it taken her captors to reduce her to this? He tried to keep the frustration from his features, as he didnt want her to think that he was mad at her. <br><br>"You aren't my whore." he said gently. "You aren't anyone's whore. You are a beautiful woman who has been treated horribly for a very long time. But that is all over now. Still, from now on, you need to refer to yourself more respectfully. <br><br>Now that he was seated on the comfortable roll, he was starting to realize just how tired he was. The adrenaline was gone now, leaving him with just pain and exhaustion. Richard was hesitant to even put her to work helping remove his armor, but he couldn't do it without her. "I'll tell you what, you help me out of the armor, then we'll share dinner, and then we'll get some sleep. I don't know about you, but I feel like I could sleep for a week." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 04:41:05</strong>
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				She had been taught to refer to herself as many foul things, it was simply how she had been trained, brainwashed really by her Demonic Master. Of course he was dead now, but it was hard to unlearn what had been beaten into her for decades really. He had owned her for a very long time. Longer then even she knew. She had no measure of time while she was in there, merely the darkness. She didn't know day from night or month to month. She had no idea how long it had been, to the point that she had no idea where she'd come from, what she used to be or how to even use the gifts that she was born with, or if she was born at all or created. She just didnt know. <br><br>As he spoke she blinked at him and tilted her head slightly. As he said she needed to refer to herself more respectfully she frowned a little not sure what to refer to herself as. She didnt particularly understand but she nodded her head regardless. Choosing instead not to refer to herself. She could refer to herself as Glory as he seemed to like calling her that. Though that was not her true name. Of all the things she remembered she did remember that, but she had always kept it to herself. It was the one thing she had always been able to keep and not give away. <br><br>As he offered an exchange rather then an order she blinked at him again, not really understanding why he would do that. But she nodded her head softly. The idea of sleep was blissful. Food was slightly frightening, because of the lack of it she'd eaten in so long save for the apple he had given her in the cave. "As you wish Master." She said in a whispered tone. Reaching out toward him with small slender hands, she would begin to help him with his armor, ironically she seemed very adept at it, as if she'd done this many times before, even the bent part of his armor she was able to easily work around and take off of him painlessly given that he was injured. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 05:01:25</strong>
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				Richard had expected the process of removing his armor to be a painful ordeal, given his injured and weary state, but Glory's help made it a fairly quick and painful process. He couldn't help but be a little impressed. She had a gentle, deft touch that he found attractive, or at least he would have if he actually allowed himself to think about her in such a way. She was a frightened, hurt girl, and he couldn't let himself see her as anything more. To do so would be taking advantage of her delicate situation. "Thank you." he said once his armor was removed, leaving him in just his tunic and pants. <br><br>The fact that she had called him master again hadn't escaped his notice. That needed to be addressed as well. "My name is Richard, Glory. I would like you to call me that. Your master is dead. I'm just...your guardian." <br><br>One of the servants bowed as he entered the tent and placed a plate of food and a goblet of wine on the table for him. The servant's gaze fell to Glory and he looked at her in awe for a moment before Richard cleared his throat and the man scurried away. Richard walked over to the table and picked up the plate. He carried it back to the roll and set it down so that they could both get to it once he was sitting again. "Eat as much as you like, but take your time. If you are still hungry after we finish this, I'll send for more." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 05:10:46</strong>
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				All of the armor was carefully set aside as it was removed from his body. Each and every piece of it. She didn't seem to mind doing it, it kept her hands busy at least and she was focused on a task. It seemed when focusing on a task she wasn't thinking about must else really. Her eyes following her movements. She only seemed to think when she got near what she assumed was an injured area of his body and then only to figure out how best to remove the armor without hurting him further. <br><br>As he addressed what she'd been calling him she looked up at him confused and frowned slightly at him, tilting her head a bit. "Yes. my Master is dead, you killed him." She said rather frankly. "Which makes you my Master now." She seemed stubbornly determined that he was her Master. After all those had been the rules she had lived by as long as she could remember it was like being raised a certain way it was hard to unlearn because she didnt remember the times before. "Guardian and Master then." She offered him a somewhat forced smile, it was painfully clear that she hadn't really, truly smiled in a long time, if ever, that she could remember anyway. <br><br>When the servant came into the tent rather abruptly and unannounced, she jumped a soft started sound came from her. She whirled and it seemed almost in an instant she had gone from kneeing in front of him, to kneeling behind him. Peering out from behind him frightened and curious at the same time as she was starred at. As the servant left again she sighed lightly looking up at him as he spoke. "I wont eat much, it would make me sick." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 05:30:55</strong>
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				More than anything, Richard wanted to argue the point with her. He wasn't her master because he wasn't anyone's master. Unfortunately, he could tell this was going to be an uphill battle. She had been a slave for so long that she needed a master. Perhaps this was for the best. He needed to keep her close if he was going to protect her, and that would be a great deal easier if she were obedient. As soon as he had the thought, he was disgusted with himself. <br><br>He picked up a chicken wing, probably the last of the meat they had until hunting parties could be organized, and took a bite of it. As he suspected, he had little appetite himself, so he simply nodded in agreement when Glory explained why she wouldn't be eating much. "Well, maybe between the two of us we can finish the plate." <br><br>He shifted uncomfortably, his bruised leg and ribs making it difficult to get comfortable sitting on the ground like this. He wanted to crawl into the bedroll and rest, but Glory would need the sleep more than him. Despite the obvious difficulty of the task, he couldn't resist taking another shot at explaining his situation to her. "Glory, the order that I'm part of doesn't believe that men should be able to own slaves. We believe that the strong have a duty to use their strength to help the vulnerable simply because it is the right thing to do. I want to help make you strong again because that too is the right thing to do." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 05:40:57</strong>
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				Cocking her head to the side she looked at the plate and her stomach rolled a little bit. He knew he wanted her to eat. As he picked up the meat and began to eat she grimaced slightly. She didn't like meat. She knew that much. So she picked up bread and nibbled lightly on it. She really wasn't going to eat all that much really, given that she had been starved multiple times her stomach was shrunken and eating large portions could easily make her sick or even kill her if she wasn't careful. She wasn't entirely sure how she knew that but she did. She nibbled the bread lightly in that same kneeling position but didnt really say that much. <br><br>She glanced up at him though, noting how tired he looked, he must need rest. Given what all she imagined he'd done. She frowned slightly. She glanced to his leg and the like knowing that he was injured. She wasn't sure how she could help him but felt oddly compelled to do so. For now though she merely nibbled at her bread. <br><br>She paused as he explained things to her a bit and nodded. "I wont tell you are my Master." She said simply, her solution to the problem of course. "I was never strong." She denied softly as he seemed to think that she was once strong, but she couldnt recall ever being so. "I've always been his. I don't remember a before." There was a slight innocence to her tone as she ate the last bits of the bread in her hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 05:52:24</strong>
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				As much as he wanted to give her plenty of food to help build her back up, Richard knew that he could only push the issue of food so far. He had seen POWs returned from war, and knew starvation could have a serious impact on the body's ability to digest food. It would be a long time before she could eat proper meals again. "Don't push yourself too hard. When you don't want to eat anymore, you certainly don't have to." <br><br>Her solution to the problem of him being unable to own a slave was disturbing. It hadn't seemed to occur to her that she could be free to do what she wanted. He had to be her master. That kind of a mindset could take even longer to heal from than her appetite could. He gave up on trying to persuade her further for the moment. He would have to persuade her through his deeds and consistency that she was a free woman who deserved to be respected. <br><br>Richard suppressed a yawn as he finished the wing of chicken. He didn't have the stomach for any more food, and it was getting harder to concentrate on anything beyond his desire to sleep. He just felt like he needed to make more of a connection with Glory before he stopped for the day. After a moment of silence, a question popped into his head. He was a little frightened to know the answer, but it might help him figure out his next move, or at least further gauge how much damage had been done to her. "Are you glad that your old master is dead? Are you pleased to be rid of him?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 06:19:28</strong>
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				Given that she had eaten the apple earlier and now the bread. She didn't reach for anything else on the plate and as he said not to push herself, she scooted away from the food slightly showing that she didn't want anymore. She stomach felt full already and though her eyes told her more, her stomach said enough was enough. So she sat there and watched him finish the meat he was eating. Though she didn't like meat herself. Even if she had been forced to eat it on occasion while she was the Demon's slave because they knew that she hadn't liked it. <br><br>Being a slave was all that she really knew how to be, that was the problem. With no memory of her life before, being free was more dangerous then her being owned even if her Master was cruel. That she was now 'owned' by him who was not cruel, at least as far as she could tell was a blessing. Though they had yet to bed down for the night. The idea of it made her nervous of course she didnt know if he would want sexual satisfactions from her. And of course the only thing she knew of sex was pain and humiliation. She didnt know what pleasure was. <br><br>Again she noted how tired he seemed and as he seemed to be finished eating as well she set the food aside carefully for him so that he did not have to do it. Leaving the wine in case he still wished to drink it. At his question however she perked a brow at him slightly. She remained knelt and frowned considered her answer. "Yes." She said simply. "I dont remember what came before. My first memory is being tied up to a wall, He took a barbed whip to my back. He told me that he was my Master and that I was to do as he said and as he pleased. I yelled at him. And he hurt me some more. When I couldn't yell anymore, he took me the first time. I was a virgin. And sometimes after that he would make his healers sew parts of my genitals together so that it was like taking my virginity again." Her eyes grew dark like storm clouds. It ironically started to rain at that moment outside though weather it was because of her mood or because it was just weather was unknown. "If I were cruel I would ask you to ressurect him and kill him again more slowly. But I would never ask another person to kill in my name." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 06:32:22</strong>
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				Richard had to look away as Glory started to tell the story of her first memory. He didn't want her to think that the cold fury in his gaze was directed at her, instead of at the bastards who had abused something so beautiful for such a long time. By the time she finished telling her tale, Richard's knuckles were white from gripping his goblet so tightly, and it was all he could do not to stand up and find her master's body so that he could lob its head off and mount it on a spike. <br><br>Once she finished, he started forcing himself to calm down. The last thing he wanted was for her to fear him and his temper. Think fast, his mind commanded. Come up with something to distract her from these nightmares, something she can look forward to. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. I stand by my vow that it won't happen again." <br><br>It took him a moment, but he was finally able to offer something that might interest her about what they could do tomorrow. "In the morning, I thought perhaps we could go to the river I saw not too far from here. You might enjoy a chance to bathe, soak in the cool currents for a bit, or whatever else you wish to do. I would offer to replace your clothing, but I'm afraid your wings would make it difficult to wear any of the clothes we have on us." He still had to have the physician take a look at her wings as well, to see if he thought they would need to be set. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 06:41:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She noticed how he looked away from her. She was extremely observant and she wondered, though she knew she found it wrong, if he thought it was wrong too. Maybe sexual acts weren't supposed to be like that? Maybe it was Demons or cruel beings who only did such things. She glanced to his knuckles noting that they were white from clenching instinctively she knew he wasn't angry with her by the way he tried to direct it away from her in such a way, he was purposefully trying to direct it away from her. It was... warming in a way, and for a spark of a second she allowed herself to feel hope as the rain pelted the tent outside. <br><br>"You have no cause to apologize Master, these acts were not your's but his." She said softly. And as he said he would stand by his vow that such things would not happen again she smiled slightly at him. But this time the smile reached her eyes making them sparkle lightly before it faded. <br><br>As he spoke of the morning and the trip to the river she brightened considerably the idea of washing herself was something of a miracle to her and she smiled even wider at such a thought that her silvery blue eyes sparkled even more, they even seemed to brighten. "I havn't been clean in a long time. I would like that Master. I can wash what I have in the river." She informed him softly, reassuringly. <br><br>Though the prospect of a morning trip excited her the idea of the night also scared her, giving her mixed feelings of course. But she also had a little bit of a better perspective of the man who had saved her from the darkness. Slowly she was coming to see he was not like the Demons though she knew time would tell. As she knew he was tired she shifted lightly and peeled back parts of the bedroll for him. "Master looks tired. I can stay out of your way so you can rest." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 20:07:48</strong>
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				He knew he wasn't to blame for what had happened to her, of course, but it still ate at him. Someone should have stepped up to do something about this a long time ago. Her own people, the king, or anyone with authority. This girl shouldn't have been subjected to that kind of a nightmare. "I'm just sorry that you had to experience that." he explained. <br><br>The idea of going to the river drew another smile from her, but this one seemed more real. The others seemed rehearsed, as if she were playing a part, but this time he had said something that seemed to make her genuinely happy. Were he not so exhausted and it not so late, he would take her right now so that she could have a little bit of enjoyment that she clearly deserved.<br><br>"I am tired." Richard admitted. She seemed to have assumed the sleeping situation wouldn't be in her favor, but Richard wasn't about to force her to sleep on the ground. "But I would imagine it has been years since you had any kind of real sleep. The sleeping accommodations here aren't ideal, but we have enough to be comfortable." He let out a deep breath, figuring this would be a difficult conversation. "The roll is big enough that we could share it. I want you to be able to have a real night sleep without having to worry about being raped or having to sleep on the hard ground. That being said, I can understand why you wouldn't want to share a roll with a man, given your history. If you prefer, you can have the roll to yourself. I've slept in worse ways than this. But either way, you get the pillow and roll." Given the number of men he had lost today, there were probably plenty of rolls outside he could scavenge for, but looting his own men was something that Richard had no taste for. He would rather sleep on the ground and make sure Glory was comfortable. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 00:35:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The idea of going to the river did make her happy. She wasn't sure how but she remembered what a river was. It was strange that she did, given that her first tangible and full memory was that of a cave, and brutality, but yet, a river she knew, and she knew what could be done with and in a river. It was strange. It was as if she had other chunks of memory floating about behind the darkness that were not fully and properly connected. Gods save any demon that crossed her path when those memories did fully form again properly. They didn't stand a chance. <br><br>It was getting late, and she knew he was tired. She too was tired having not slept in three days. She had been made to kneel. As the demon, her former Master had not allowed her to sleep. It was a way for him to torture her, one he used often and then he'd use her before he'd finally allow her to lie down on the ground and sleep. Truth be told she was used to cold ground more then she was a bed roll. Put her before a bed and she wouldn't likely know what to do with it. <br><br>At his admition that he was indeed tired she nodded her head softly and as he spoke she listened tipping her head. She looked to the bed roll and then back at him. So then she had two option in her opinion. She could either, sleep along in the bedroll while she slept uncomfortable and injured upon the ground. Or she share the bedroll with him, and she took her chances. The idea of sharing with him frightened her to no end but the idea of not sharing with him seemed cruel because he was injured, and if it got cold he would be chilled, and her Masters comfort should be of utmost importance to her. <br><br>"You are hurt." She said plainly. "If you are allowing me a choice Master, and the bedroll is large enough for two, I would rather not an injured man sleep on cold ground." She said honestly. "You were hurt killing him, and said I would not be hurt like he hurt me. I'm scared I wont lie to my Master, but I will give him a chance to prove his word." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 04:03:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she finally spoke, her words were encouraging on a number of levels. First, the fact that he wouldn't have to sleep on the ground was no small relief. Despite all that she had gone through, she could still show a stranger kindness. Second, they showed a level of trust that would help with this process. Finally, they showed that her trust wasn't complete. She hadn't been brainwashed to the point that she accepted everything her "master" said. Richard actually welcomed the chance to prove his word to this woman. <br><br>He kicked his boots off, put them in the far corner, and climbed into the roll. The movement made him wince, but being able to lay down in the soft roll was heavenly. It wasn't quite as large as he had hoped, but it was still large enough for them to both stay warm. They just might be a little bit closer than planned while they were doing it. "I appreciate you looking out for me." he said gently. <br><br>Once he made himself comfortable, he cleared his throat and risked asking, "I don't suppose you are ready to tell me your real name? Glory is a pretty name, but I would rather call you something that has meaning to you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 04:15:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was willing to try this, and try to trust him. So far he had killed the creature that had hurt her most of her life, or at least for as far back as she could remember. Why would she not show him kindness when all he has shown her kindness. Though she viewed him her Master, she was slowly letting herself realize that perhaps he would not harm her the way she had been harmed in the past. <br><br>As he kicked his boots off, and placed them in the far corner of the tent she watched him, noting where he put them so that she could do the same with them when he took them off next time, she then watched as he climbed into the bed roll, noting his wince and which movements made him wince, guessing carefully where each of his wounds were. When he said that he appreciated her looking out for him she smiled faintly at him. "What sort would I be if I did not?" She asked him softly. <br><br>After a moment or two, she crawled toward the bed roll as well. He hadn't told her to of course but as they had come to an understanding she had assumed that it was alright. Alright this man was changing her behavior it had been one day and she was changing. Being a little bit more free with how she acted simply because of the way he was treating her. In the back of her mind she was of course, she still worried and was very much afraid of what was going to happen to her. She slid carefully into the bed roll, her body sliding against his slightly. She was facing him as she slid into the warm with him. At his question she looked up at him and smiled. "Glory does have meaning to me. You gave it to me." She said simply. Still unwilling to give up the one thing she considered hers and hers alone. <br><br>She laid there with him, brushing against him slightly as she wiggled occasionally but after a moment she shifted, wiggling down further in the bedroll. Her hand found his hip first, and then blinding moved lower down his leg. She wasn't trying to molest him. Eventually she found the injured part of his leg her head by that point nearly dissapeared under the blanket. She started to lightly rub the injured leg and around it in an attempt to ease his pain. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 04:27:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While she hadn't given him the information that he wanted, her answer still brought a warm smile to his face. The fact that the name he had come up with for her on the fly held some sort of significance to her made him feel like he really was helping her. Nursing her mind and body back to health would still be an ordeal, but it seemed a little more doable now. "I'm glad you like it." <br><br>He frowned for just a moment when she started to reach down into the roll and feel his leg. At first, he was certain that she was trying to please him sexually, as she must have been ordered to do for the demon a thousand times. He had just opened his mouth to ask her to stop when her hands started to massage a particularly nasty bruise that he had gained at some point in the day. Things had blurred together in his mind so much that he couldn't recall exactly which fight had earned him that particular injury. <br><br>"That feels amazing." he said quietly. "We've been traveling for days, making a forced march so we could catch the enemy by surprise. We've had three encounters with the enemy before today, and then today...." he trailed off, in part because he didn't want to talk about today, and in part because he realized she probably didn't want to hear about it. "I'm sorry. With everything you have suffered through, my problems must seem kind of trivial." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 04:48:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Truthfully she did like it, the name he gave her, it wasn't her real name of course but it was a good name. Much better then things the Demon had called her. She nodded her head softly as he spoke. The Demon had called her many things over the course of the time that she was with him. He was a sick perverted being. But this man, he seemed different and she hoped he was true to his word. For the first time since she could remember, she was actually allowing her to feel hope. <br><br>Though many times, before the Demon took to sleep he would make her to sexual things to him, she knew better then to do those things unless she was asked to do them. He didn't ask her but she could do this for him. Given that he had saved her from the grips of the Demon she could at least do this for him. <br><br>Her hands slowly grew warmer on his leg as she massaged it and moved over the injured area slowly making it feel better and better as she rubbed it. She listened as he spoke nodding her head though given that her head was mostly under the blanket he might not see it easily. Though as he spoke again she shook her head softly. "No, not trivial." She said honestly. "All problems are hard, no matter what they are. Its just experiences that are different." Her hands got hotter as she rubbed, her own leg started to hurt but she didnt know why, she didn't really stop though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 05:00:15</strong>
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				Again, he was struck by the kindness and generosity of this girl. Most people Richard knew didn't care much for the problems of others. People who had suffered through everything that Glory had suffered through certainly wouldn't want to hear Richard carry on about how far they had traveled. Glory, however, seemed to either legitimately care about what he was saying or she did a fantastic job of pretending. Her kindness made it all the more difficult to understand how the demon could have been so cruel to her. <br><br>Every moment that her hands touched his leg, the wound felt a bit better. In fact, it was starting to feel better than it should. A massage, even from skilled hands, shouldn't be able to ease pain the way that she was helping him. Richard had been so focused on the fact that she was vulnerable and in need of help that he had almost forgotten what she was, or at least what she appeared to be. He had heard a variety of stories about creatures like her, creatures that could not only fly, but heal the wounded. <br><br>He almost felt stupid for asking, but curiosity demanded that he know exactly what she was doing? "Glory, are you healing me?" He kept eye contact with her as he spoke, terrified that she could take what he was asking the wrong way and believe that she had offended him some how. Richard firmly believed that all of the progress he had made so far could be washed away with one misinterpreted reaction. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 05:08:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands continued to move over his leg lightly, though she knew that he had bruised ribs as well. Her hot hands sliding over his injured leg carefully. Though eventually she moved her hand from his leg. Given the way he'd been moving and the way he'd been behaving and such she had guessed where the two worst of his wounds had been. So her hand slid up his body, moving along his his up his side and to his ribcage. <br><br>Once there she started to massage gently the bruised area and around it, her hand hot, though she realized the more she did it she grew tired. Her leg was aching in the place where his had been injured and the more she rubbed his ribs the more her own began to hurt. However she didn't consider this healing because she didn't know that she could do such a thing. She never has before so why would she do so now or even know how to do such a thing. <br><br>She looked up at him as her small slender hand moved over his ribs softly and as her gaze met his she shook her head lightly. "No, I don't think so. I don't know how to do such things." She admitted to him softly. "Perhaps I am simply good with my hands." She was being honest, she really didn't believe she had any sort of significant power, or any at all really. She thought what she was doing was merely a fluke, or just, he needed a massage. "But I am glad it's making you feel better, you should rest." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 05:31:48</strong>
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				He didn't quite believe her when she assured him that she wasn't healing him. What was happening was too powerful for it to simply be skill with her hands, though he didn't doubt that that was at least part of it. Still, what was the harm if she was? He had no way of knowing that her efforts were hurting her, just that they were making him feel better. After everything he had endured today, the chance to feel better was simply too good to pass up. <br><br>"Yes, I should." he agreed, though his voice was little more than a whisper. "You should too. You have a big day tomorrow. I'm going to show you the water, get you some breakfast, and make sure the physician and make sure everything is going to heal properly." He let his eyes drift shut as he spoke to her. "Thank you for helping with my injuries." <br><br>Once he closed his eyes and stopped talking, it took very little time for him to fall asleep. Richard didn't usually dream all that much, but tonight was an exception. Most of his dreams were filled with images of demons killing his men, though a few of them forced him to watch as Glory was tortured and humiliated by her master. Despite the horrors his mind threw at him, he would remain sleeping until morning. His body and mind were far too exhausted to be woken up by the weather or his own terror. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 05:41:59</strong>
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				She listened as he fell asleep and smiled when he thanked her. She nodded her head softly. "Your welcome Master." She told him softly and watched him as he fell asleep. Even as he drifted off she rubbed his chest softly until she just couldn't do it anymore. She felt week and tired, and her body hurt rather badly. She wasn't sure why but by that point he was sleeping fastly. She wiggled lightly and nuzzled into the blanket with him curling against his side. <br><br>She fell asleep there with him and slept soundly. As per usual, there were no dreams, she didn't dream, she rarely did. Nightmares were a thing of the past for her and because she hadn't slept properly in so very long she just dropped off to sleep when her eyes closed. However when she woke up it was abrupt and it was before he woke. She woke lifting her head, her body pressed close to his. She lifted her head to look at him and smiled glad that he wasn't a dream. <br><br>Because her Master had not clarified that she was not able to leave the tent. She glanced around. She was so lithe and quiet she slipped out of the bedroll barely moving him or a single blanket or padding. She moved to the ground glancing around and reached up. She knew that she could crawl out there. So she gripped the table in the tent and she pulled herself up intent on getting breakfast for her Master. It took her a moment but having rested that night and eaten the night before it was easier. Though as she rose to her feet she glanced down, she bore a large bruises on her leg and rib cage where he'd been injured. She frowned and touched the spots, wincing with pain. She had to hold on to things but slowly she made her way out of the tent. There were some men awake... she had forgotten about them... the other men. She glanced around suddenly feeling a bit over her head. <br><br>With nothing to hang on to now she took a few steps outside the tent to see if she even could get him breakfast and she lost her balance falling onto the ground with a light whimper. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 05:51:20</strong>
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				Even as exhausted as he was, years of training and living in dangerous situations had left Richard a fairly light sleeper. He didn't wake up when Glory slipped out of the roll, but when he heard the sound of something falling outside of the tent, his eyes fluttered open. As he tried to process what could have made the sound, he realized Glory was no longer beside him. A quick scan of the area confirmed that she wasn't in the tent either. He pulled himself to his feet and walked outside to find her. <br><br>He had only taken a step or two before he realized that the pain he should be feeling was gone. He was no longer limping, and the pressure he had felt in his ribs was absent. He had been right, Glory had healed him, and she hadn't even known it. She was even more amazing than he would have guessed. <br><br>Richard found her just outside the tent, collapsed in a heap. He bent down to pick her up in his strong arms and started to carry her back towards his tent. As he did so, he noted the bruises on her leg and ribs, exactly where he had been hurt. He frowned as he put two and two together. Glory could heal others, but it came at a price. Now that he knew that, it was a price he wouldn't allow her to pay again.<br><br>"You made it a lot farther on your legs than you could have yesterday." he said kindly to her. "Where were you going?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 06:02:11</strong>
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				Reaching down she rubbed at the bruised leg she had landed on wincing slightly and looking up at the men that were awake at this hour. It was then that she huddled almost into a ball like a frightened and somewhat cowering animal. She just didn't know how to face the world. Richard, her Master, was different. She could face him. But not others. She didnt really know how to face them just yet. She was so used to Demons, facing those Demons that were not her Master had always been a very very bad thing in her experience. <br><br>When he came out she glanced up at him laying at his feet as he looked down at her. As he bent down to pick her up she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck lightly, burying her face against his neck to hide her face from the others outside the tent until he carried her back inside again. As he spoke however she responded softly. Not mentioning the bruises she had taken from him and on to herself. She still wasn't entirely sure how she had done such a thing but she didn't regret doing so. And would do so again if needed. <br><br>As he asked her where she'd been going she spoke her voice muffled slightly against his neck as she held onto him. "To get Master breakfast." She curled up against him still in his arms, she sighed softly. Mostly dissapointed in herself for being unable to complete the task she had wanted to do. <br><br>"I wanted to get it before you woke up." She added in a soft innocent tone against his neck. Despite what she'd been through there was still that sweet innocent side to her that had remained. And for him it was coming to the surface. Despite the years of torture and abuse, the Demons had been unable to leave her broken, a hollow shell of a woman. Though some parts may never be mended other parts were still there. And already in many ways he was healing them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 06:16:20</strong>
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				It only took him a moment to get her back into the tent, but during that time, he was well aware of a number of eyes watching their movement. By now, each and every man under his command would know about Glory. Richard couldn't help but feel that sooner or later that knowledge would become a problem. <br><br>"That was very sweet of you." he said reassuringly as they crossed the threshold into what was now their tent. As far as he was concerned, she had proven her kindness when she took on his injuries last night, and shown it again just now. She hadn't yet asked him for anything, only looked for ways to serve him. Part of that was her training, no doubt, but he suspected she had been a very giving person before all of this had happened to her. <br><br>He set her back down on the roll and sat beside her. The way she clung to him as he carried her had reassured Richard that sitting close to her wouldn't frighten her, so he wanted to build on that a bit. "I don't know if the hunters have had time to catch anything yet, so we might just have trail rations for breakfast. I'll go check in a few minutes. Glory, do you want anything? Anything to make yourself more comfortable?" He couldn't think of any examples to give her, but it seemed like after such a long time in captivity, there would have to be something that she desired. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 06:25:58</strong>
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				It was a strange feeling, at least for her, but she liked being near him. She shouldn't trust him. Logically she knew that given what he pulled her out of. However in her mind he had rescued her, he was her savior and her Master. He had proven himself to be both kind and he had kept his word last night. He hadn't molested or harmed her, or forced her to do anything that she didn't want to do. It made her want to stay close to him. It made her want him to be her Master. It was a very odd feeling for her to have given the circumstances and even as he moved to sit her down he'd find that she was reluctant to let go of him at first but after a moment she released him and settled back down, shifting into a kneeling position on the bed roll. Wincing as she moved her bruised leg. <br><br>"I was trying to surprise you." She said somewhat impishly looking down a little away from him as she had failed somewhat miserably. "You kept your word and didnt hurt me last night. I like you Master. I wanted to serve you and do something kind for you. But I couldn't walk far still."&nbsp; She explained softly. <br><br>Looking up at him as he explained that they might be eating trail rations she nodded her head. Any food was better then none to her, given that normally she didn't get to eat at all. "I rarely got to eat before I don't mind Master." She told him gently. As he asked about anything she might want to make her more comfortable she thought about it, seriously for a moment and bit her lip lightly. She didn't want to be a bother really.<br><br>"I don't want to be a burden Master."&nbsp; She told him looking around nervously. Then she leaned forward. "I dont like meat." She whispered softly and then blushed bright red. Wiggling a bit. "And I have to uhm." She wiggled. "Is there a place I can... uhm..." She turned a deeper shade of red. "privy?" She asked ducking slightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 06:36:30</strong>
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				"You don't have to kneel like that." he said quietly as she moved back into the same kneeling position she had been using before. "Especially with your leg hurt like that. I know exactly how much that wound hurts, and how uncomfortable it is to put weight on it." he said, indicating that he knew where her injuries came from. Richard certainly wasn't angry with her for healing him, but he wouldn't allow it to happen again. <br><br>He gave her a reassuring smile as she talked about her desire to do something for him. "You are already stronger than you were yesterday. You'll be able to walk wherever you want in no time. And you've already done plenty of nice things for me. You trusted me to free your wings, you let me year your voice, and you let me share the roll with you. I know that none of those things could have been easy for you." <br><br>He made a mental note to try to get a wider variety of foods for her, foods that didn't include meat, though he knew his options for what he could feed her would be limited out here. Hopefully the king would recall the army soon. Once they were back at the palace, he could get her real clothing that would accommodate her wings and feed her whatever she wished. <br><br>As she asked for privacy, he moved to stand up and pick her up once more. "There is a wooded area a few hundred feed from here that should give you some privacy. I'll take you there." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 06:46:22</strong>
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				When he told her that she didn't have to kneel like that she looked at him utterly baffled. She wouldn't really know how to sit if she didn't kneel like this. This was how she always sat or well knelt really. It was what she was used to in front of her Master, or whenever she was just sitting or in a resting post. Though it looked uncomfortable it was what her body was used to. If she didn't have perfect posture her former Master would have hurt and placed her in a device that would hold her uncomfortably so that she would learn to sit properly or she would be in a very great deal of trouble. <br><br>"Those things will be easier now that I know you aren't like he was." She told him honestly. "You are a good Master." She smiled up at him. A real smile that caused her eyes to sparkle lightly. <br><br>As he reached down to lift her up in his arms she reached up and put her arms around him. As she had before she buried her face against his neck so no one would see her face, her wings hanging down along dragging along the ground, she did her best to keep them from tripping him up. She didn't want to make him do this. Before she used a small spot in the corner but she couldn't do that in his tent, her cage had been in a cave with a dirt floor. She hadn't gone since long before he'd found her in the cage, and nature was most certainly calling now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 06:57:27</strong>
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				Richard still disliked being referred to as her master, but he managed to avoid flinching as she said that he was a good one. He certainly didn't want her to think that there was anything wrong with what she had said. Still, that was a point that he would have to continue working with her on. <br><br>If he were to be completely honest with himself, he would have to admit that he liked carrying her around. The warmth of her body against his felt amazing, and there was just something about holding her in his arms that felt good. He knew, of course, that such thoughts were wrong. She was a confused victim, and he should only see her as such. <br><br>There were even more people outside when he carried her out this time. No doubt a few of the people from before had gone to get others in the hopes that they would be able to see the woman with wings as well. With her head buried in his neck, Richard had no idea how Glory was dealing with the strain of being looked at by so many people, so he just whispered in her ear, "It's ok. You are doing fine." <br><br>Thankfully, it only took a minute or so for them to reach the wooded area. Richard carefully helped her reach a standing position where she could use a tree for support. He pointed to a little clump of trees not too far from where she was standing. "I'll be right over there if you need me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 07:12:35</strong>
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				There was no denying to herself that she liked the feel of him holding her. She didn't fully understand why though. Being close to a male being for her before had always been bad for her, but now, now it seemed like or at least it felt like a good thing. It felt right anyway. She felt an odd tingly sensation in the pit of her stomach and her heart raced. She had no idea what she was feeling. Problem was she couldn't remember ever having been even remotely aroused before. And his cradling her in his arms the way he did, and his voice whispering in his ear, aroused her if only slightly. She just didn't know what that was. <br><br>Nodding softly against his neck she held onto him a bit tighter, she could almost feel the eyes on her as he carried her away from the tent. The men starring at her. She knew she was different from them as they were all male and none of them had wings of course. She was something else, an Angel. She knew she was an Angel. She knew what race she was she didn't know where she came from though or what was so special about that. As he carried her fingers lightly toyed with his hair at the nape of his neck. <br><br>When finally he put her down and helped her into a standing position she reached out and gripped the tree to stand. She looked to where he pointed and nodded as he said he would be there if she needed him. "Alright." She said. Waiting for him to go. Once he did she watched him until he was out of sight doing a bit of an impatient dance before she untied the bottoms of the scrape of cloth she wore to cover herself. She set them aside carefully. It wasn't easy with very little balance but eventually she was able to take care of business so to speak and she used a soft leaf she knew wouldn't hurt her to clean herself with. She knew by scent that it wouldn't hurt her skin. <br><br>As she put the scrap of cloth back on carefully tying the edges and such she felt something cold and wet nudge the back of her thigh and blinked turning slightly. She looked down as she held onto the tree at a rather large white wolf, blinking up at her. She smiled at the creature, having never seen one before that she could remember. She reached out to stroke her hand along it's fur when it lept forward. She fell backward over a log landing in a soft pile of leaves. For a moment she was frightened but the wolf ironically didnt harm her but rather recognized her as a celestial creature and instead began to lick her face. He'd hear giggles coming from where she was as she struggled to her knees and started to play with the animal that likely weighed more then her and could rip her to shreds if it wanted to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 21:17:02</strong>
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				Once she seemed to be securely on her feet, Richard walked exactly to the spot where he said that he would wait for her to finish. While he waited, he started to busy himself by looking for a tree branch, something that was both strong but falling so that he could cut or break it off with the limited resources that he had at his immediate disposal. <br><br>He was just starting to realize that he couldn't get to anything that would work for his purposes without moving too far from Glory when he heard the sound of her laughing. It seemed so bizarre to him, given what they were out here to do, that he wasted little time rushing back to her to find out what was going on. When he arrived, he was shocked to find Glory playing with a very large looking wolf. <br><br>Despite the pleasant interaction that the two of them seemed to be having, Richard found himself instinctively reaching for his blade, only to find that he wasn't wearing it. He had taken it off along with the rest of his armor, and hadn't thought to reclaim it before coming out here. It had been foolish, given&nbsp; that they were in unfriendly territory, but somehow Glory, a woman who was so weak that she couldn't even stand, made him feel safe somehow. <br><br>Sword or no sword, Richard had no desire to see how long such a fearsome looking wolf would remain friendly. He kept his voice low as he said, "Glory, I would like to take you back to camp now. Is that alright?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 21:36:43</strong>
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				Utterly enamored with the furry and friendly not to mention very large and dangerous creature, she continued to play with him. Stroking his soft fur and behind his ears. Though she didn't understand he was dangerous, the fact of the matter was, he might be dangerous to some creatures he was not dangerous to her. Though a wild predator, wolves were not a danger to celestial beings and often had a close affinity with them. It would be the same had she come across a wild large cat. Her presence alone though she wouldn't understand why would turn the beast into a purring kitten. Because the animal understood what she was. <br><br>Leaning in she leaned her head against the wolves as if she were speaking to it mind to mind, and she smiled softly, giggling occasionally, still stroking his ears. It was that which he would see when he came to her again. Her so dangerously close to the animal. One simply movement and the wolf could have her by the throat tearing it open, but what neither of them knew was that it would never do such a thing even if it was starving. <br><br>When Richard came and spoke the wolf turned its head as did she. The wolf growled its hackles rising. She blinked and stroked the wolf's fur. "It's okay." She told the wolf softly and the wolf instantly calmed as if he understood her and his tail went back to wagging. He licked her cheek and then turned bounding back into the forest. She smiled after the wolf then back up at Richard. <br><br>"Yes of course Master." She said with a smile. Still on her knees where she'd been playing with the wolf she reached up toward him. "He was just lonely and curious. He lost his family while he was hunting." She explained though weather it was true or just her imagination having made up a story it was hard to tell. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 22:11:49</strong>
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				When the wolf started to snarl at him, Richard had braced for the worst. In his armor and with his sword, he had little doubt that he could have killed the creature, but at the moment, he had neither. All he had was his dagger on his belt, and he wasn't sure that would be enough. Shockingly, the animal seemed to calm back down when Glory touched it. Despite the hold that she had over it, Richard felt safer once it left him alone with his charge once more. <br><br>He waited a moment to make sure that the wolf was indeed gone before he scooped Glory up in his arms once more. The task was made easier by the fact that she now anticipated such actions and moved herself to make it easier. It was a striking difference from yesterday, where he had feared that any move he made to touch her would frighten her. <br><br>As they started to walk back to the camp site, he looked her in the eyes for a moment and gave her a reassuring smile to show that he wasn't upset about what he was going to bring up. "Glory, there are things in this world, like the demon, who would harm you if given the chance. These things might not always seem dangerous at first, but their appearance can be deceiving. The next time something approaches you and I'm not around, even if it seems friendly, I would like you to try to get to me or get my attention." <br><br>Her words about what the wolf had been doing and where it came from played over and over again in his mind. Had she been able to know the creature's history just by touching it? Had she been able to converse with it somehow? It was, of course, possible that she was simply making a logical guess, but Richard's gut told him it was more than that. "How did you know what happened to the wolf?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 22:22:09</strong>
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				She smiled lightly at him and her legs curled slightly as he scooped her up into his arms. Her own arms curled around his neck as he cradled her in his arms. She laid her head against his shoulder, feeling much relieved and rather glad to have met the wolf as well. As he spoke of dangers however she knew that he was referring to the wolf and she lifted her head to look at him frowning slightly as her silvery blue eyes gazed up at his face. She bit her lip lightly as she pondered it. <br><br>"But he wasn't going to hurt me." She denied softly. Drooping a little as she realized that it might be considered arguing or disagreeing with her Master. "I am sorry Master I will call for you next time." She bit her lip and placed her head against him once more remaining quite for a moment. <br><br>When he spoke again asking how she knew what happened to the wolf she didn't look up at him. Her head remained along his shoulder her hair brushing along his arm as she stayed curled against him. Her wings she continued to tuck upward as best she could so he didn't trip up on them. "Um." She managed softly. "He told me Master." She said as if it were normal for a wolf to tell someone something. The problem was, she thought it was normal for a wolf to tell someone something. He didn't open his mouth and speak, she heard it in her head, but he had told her none the less. She thought anyone would be able to hear it. She had no idea it was unique to what she was. <br><br>As they neared the camp however once more her face buried against his neck, her breath warm against his skin. She didn't like seeing all the men, and she didn't like seeing all of them looking at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 22:40:55</strong>
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				"Don't be sorry." Richard said gently. He would have given her back a little rub to reassure her that he wasn't upset and that she hadn't done anything wrong, but his grip on her prevented him from doing so. "I just want you to be careful. I take my responsibility to protect you very seriously, my dear. I wouldn't want you to come to harm because I wasn't there to protect you." <br><br>None of the stories he had ever read talked about angels or angelic beings communicating with animals or being able to read their minds. Of course, he had never read anything written by someone who had followed one around and documented what they could and couldn't do. Some people might have been tempted to write her claim off as a flight of fancy, but Richard found that he believed her. The realization only made her more special in his eyes, but at the same time, it would make her more valuable to those who would harm her. Richard couldn't let his guard down again, couldn't do something as foolish as taking her outside without his blade. "You are far, far more special than you realize." he told her gently. <br><br>As they entered the perimeter of the camp site, he wasn't surprised to find that Glory had once again grown tense. His first instinct was to take her back to the tent so that she could relax while he got something for her to eat, but he remembered that their was something else he needed to do with her while they were out and about. "Just relax." he whispered to her. "I'm going to take you to our surgeon, Hendricks. He's an old friend of mine, and I want him to take a look at your wings and make sure that they are healing properly." Unfortunately, checking the wings of an angel was going to be outside the old man's range of skills, but hopefully he could assess whether or not they needed to be set, or figure out a way to set them if they needed it. If nothing else, it would give Glory another friendly human face to make her feel safe in the camp. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 22:50:17</strong>
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				She was sorry, she felt as if she had been arguing with him and she shouldnt argue with her Master, she knew better then to do such a thing. She held onto him tightly though as they moved toward the camp. As he said that she was special she shook her head but was silent when they entered the camp site. She just didnt like being around all the other people. If she could be around just him she would be perfectly happy but the others made her utterly nervous. The way they looked at her, the way their eyes followed her. Some with hunger in their eyes, others with curiosity. <br><br>She gripped him tighter even when he told her to relax. "I cant." She whimpered faintly. As he told her what he intended to do and who he was taking her to she whimpered faintly. She didn't want to see anyone else but she wasn't going to tell him no. <br><br>After a moment as he walked she wiggled around in his arms. Her body squirming. If anyone was watching them the sight was actually probably rather amusing, like an animal wriggling around in someones arms a scared animal. She literally flipped herself in his arms. Scooting from that cradled position to a different position, her arms were around his neck this time as if she were hugging him her face buried against the other side of his neck. Her body was pressed along his, breasts breasts tightly against his chest. Her legs wrapped around his hips tightly as she clung to him like a life line. It kept her literally clinging to him, but her wings were exposed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 23:35:16</strong>
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				He didn't press the issue when she said that she couldn't relax. If he kept pushing it, he feared that she would take it as an order and feel bad about not being able to obey it. Instead, he took comfort from the fact that she seemed to feel safe with him, and concern over the others. He wanted her to feel a certain degree of distrust for people, as it would help to keep her safe from the people who would abuse her trust and try to use her for selfish gain. <br><br>He did his best to support her as she shifted around in his grip, ending up in a position where her body hugged his tightly. Once she finally settled, he used one hand to help support her against him, while the other hand drifted through her hair. It was dirty, like the rest of her, but still pleasant to the touch. "It's ok, sweetie." he whispered in her ear. "As long as you are with me, nobody will hurt you." <br><br>The physician's tent wasn't very far from where they were, so it wasn't long before they reached their destination. As they walked in, Hendricks was enjoying breakfast. The old man, bald with a long white beard, stood up as he saw them enter. "My God." <br><br>"Relax." Richard said, this time addressing Hendricks. He put his lips back to Glory's ear and whispered, "Hendricks won't hurt you. He just needs to look at your wings. I'm going to set you down so he can look you over. I'll stay right here beside you and hold your hand the entire time. Is that ok?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 23:45:38</strong>
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				There was no way that she was going to be able to relax even if he demanded it of her. She just couldn't not being around other people that weren't him. Around him she found it relatively easy to relax but around others she just couldn't. Especially his men and their starring eyes. She gripped him tightly as they made their way toward the physicians tent, and as he spoke close to her ear as he did before and with her body press so close to hers, she forgot for a moment that they were surrounded by so many others and she felt that odd sort of tingle in the pit of her stomach again, her skin heated and a blushing touched her cheeks. He might even literally feel her skin grow warmer against his body. <br><br>She nodded her head softly in response to what he said though, not sure what sort of reaction her body was having to him, because other then earlier and of course now, she had never experienced it before. She liked it whatever it was. She was just unfamiliar with it. It was a strange feeling that left her a little squirmy in his arms and made her feel needy and a little breathless. <br><br>As they moved into the man's tent and she heard his voice she tensed slightly, her body going a bit rigid against her Master's. She started to tremble slightly, her body shaking against his as she knew there was another man close to her now. <br><br>When Richard spoke and told her he was going to set her down she whimpered, even with him beside her the idea of it scared her to no end. Instinctively her arms and legs clamped around his body like a vice. Not painfully. Her breasts were pressed tightly to his chest and her hips enticingly tightly to his. Oh he'd be able to sit with her in his lap like that easily enough but it would take several men to pry her off of him. She was too afraid. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 00:26:44</strong>
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				Richard could feel her body grow a little more warm as they walked towards the tent. For a moment, he wondered if it might be a sign of arousal, but he quickly dismissed the idea. Having lived the life that she had lived for such a long time, it was absurd to think that she would ever be attracted to anyone again. He simply liked holding her like this and was reading too much into it. <br><br>For some reason, Richard had expected her to calm down and let go of him once they were alone in the tent with Hendricks. The old physician was as far from intimidating looking as a person could get. Instead, she clung all the tighter to him. In a way, Richard couldn't blame her. He had just told her to be wary of strangers and not to assume things were safe. If holding him would make her feel better about being examined, Richard was happy to hold her for the entire visit. <br><br>He held a hand against her back as he moved to the fold out chair that Hendricks was using to examine his patients and sat down in it. Once they were situated, his fingers started to move through her hair once more. "It's ok, sweetie. Nobody is going to hurt you." he whispered in her ear. He glanced at Hendricks, who was stil starring at her wings in wonder. He cleared his throat and said to the doctor, "Doc, would you mind taking a look at her wings while I hold her? I need to see if they are healing right." <br><br>"Sure. Sure." <br><br>Richard knew the exam might hurt, and that Glory probably wouldn't react well to another man touching her, so his mind scrambled to come up with some way to distract her. "Glory, do you want me to tell you a story while Doc Hendricks here looks at your wings?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 00:36:07</strong>
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				Her lips brushed against his neck as she nuzzled her face closer against it, her breath warm against his skin as she held onto him tightly while he got situated. She was frightened. She didn't look at the man long enough to see that he was an elderly gentlemen or harmless. It didn't matter to her. All that mattered was that he wasn't her Master and that she was afraid of him. She just wanted to stay in Richards arms where she felt that she was safe. So she held on for dear life. Her arms and legs curled about his body even as he settled down. <br><br>She was trembling by the time he sat and asked the man to examine her wings. She whimpered at the thought of someone else touching her and reflexively her wings pulled inward away from the man. Well, jerked inward toward her body was more like it. The motion caused tears to well up in her eyes, the movement was beyond painful for her. The wings brushed along Richards hands, the feathers so soft it was hard to find a word to describe what they felt like. Something between silk and the softest fur imaginable. <br><br>As Richard spoke to her she buried her face tighter against him, her legs grippe him more, and she squirmed in his lap, not really knowing what that could do to a man. She didn't realize what it could do to her either until she did it, and blushed red, her skin warming again as it had before. She nodded her head lightly against his neck. Though she wasn't really sure that a story was going to help her much in this situation. She felt strange tingly feelings and warmth in her lower regions that baffled her, her wings hurt, and there was a strange man about to toy with her wings. It was a very unusual moment for her... to say the least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 01:59:38</strong>
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				The way she squirmed on his lap had the effect that it would have had on any male. The difference was that Richard absolutely didn't want to feel that way about Glory. He couldn't help but feel intense shame at the idea that he was aroused at the way Glory moved against him. She wasn't a girl that he should be attracted to. She was a charge that he should be protecting. <br><br>He kept his eyes on Glory so that he couldn't see what Hendricks was doing, but he was sure that he was now touching her wing and examining them. He wanted to do everything he could to distract her and make her unaware of any pain she might be feeling. <br><br>"When my mother was pregnant with me, she got very sick. Most of the physicians told her that the odds of her living were 50/50. The odds of me being born alive were none. Most of the doctors told her that I was probably already dead within her, but my mother refused to give up on me. She went to bed every night praying that I would be delivered safely. She never once prayed for her own survival, only mine. One night, she woke up before my father and told him that she had seen a great light, that a beautiful creature with wings had come and told her it would be alright. A few months later, she gave birth to me." He trailed off there, not wanting to go into the unhappy ending that the story had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 03:37:22</strong>
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				She didn't really notice his arousal mostly because he didn't point it out. She wouldn't notice it unless he became erect against her of course. Then she would most certainly notice it and she would know what that meant. She held onto him tightly. Her arms curled around his neck as he spoke to her. <br><br>When the man started to examine her wings, she winced and whimpered softly. Her hands gripping at him tightly as her wings were stretched, poked at and prodded. The fact of the matter was, the bone structure of her wings were impossible to predict. The physician would understand how the bones worked, what they were made of or even how to set them. He wouldn't know how to bind an Angels wings if it would hurt her more or if it would help heal her. It was a very dangerous decision either way he went. <br><br>It was very painful but she tried to focus on what her Master was telling her, the story of his coming to be. She listened to him focusing on his voice. Her ears twitching slightly. Eventually she would lift her head to look at him her eyes meeting his as she finally removed her face from his neck, her silvery blue eyes looking vaguely pained as he trailed off. Reaching up she lightly caressed the side of his face. "She gave her life to bring you into this world?" She asked lightly. That she was an extremely intuitive being there was no doubt. "I would too, if I were ever given a child to bare. But I think I'm to broke." She then whimpered as a particularly sore spot on her wings were touched. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:03:26</strong>
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				He could tell that his story wasn't helping the way that he had hoped that it would. She was still suffering through Hendrick's examination, though hopefully this was doing at least a little to distract her. At least telling the story of his origin had given him something to think about besides the way that she was squirming on his lap. <br><br>Richard frowned a little as she guessed what had happened to his mother. Without thinking, the hand in her hair held her a little closer to comfort himself. He had never met his mother, but her loss was still painful to him. "She died." he confirmed softly. He could see that even Hendricks had stopped to look at him sympathetically. Richard realized for the first time that he had never told this story to anyone in his adult life. His mother's belief in angels had always seemed so bizarre to him, but now he couldn't help but wonder if a creature like Glory had sacrificed his mother so that he could be born. "Up until the day he died, my father would talk about my mother's belief, about how there were miracles in the world, and about angels." He found himself wondering if his mother would be proud of the way he was protecting Glory now. He hoped so. <br><br>Richard rubbed her back gently as she started talking about having children herself. "You aren't broken. You are hurt, but we are going to help you get better. Someday, if you decide that you want to have children, I'm sure that you will be able to." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:16:30</strong>
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				She could tell that his mother's death made him sad, weather he had ever known the woman or not. She had no idea if she had parents or if she had simply been created some how. Or if Angels could have parents or breed. She didn't know how any of that worked really. She tilted her head slightly as he seemed to pull her closer to him as if for comfort and she stroked her hands long his back in an along loving sort of gesture. Leaning in she nuzzled her cheek against his softly. Despite the pain of the examination her concern was for him not herself. She was an utterly selfless creature.<br><br>"I know nothing of the miracles of angels." She said her lips close to his ear as she nuzzled his cheek, wincing once or twice as the man continued to examine her wings, they twitched occasionally as he touched places were nerves were particularly raw and sore. "But I learned yesterday the miracle of man." She turned her head and lightly placed a kiss to his cheek as she then went back to nuzzling him as a form of comfort. <br><br>When he said that one day she could have children she smiled but shook her head softly. "I don't know if my kind can breed. I can't remember if I had parents or if I was created. I don't know how it works. Besides I don't know where I come from, so I wouldn't find another of my kind to have children with. And I dont know if I can breed with others." She shrugged. "I have you to take care of me. I am happy with that." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:37:40</strong>
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				His hand continued to stroke her hair softly as she spoke. The exam was clearly still hurting her, but she didn't seem as focused on it now. That was something, at least. <br><br>Her point about not being sure where angels came from was valid. Richard had no idea if angels were born or if they simply were. It was entirely possible that Glory wouldn't be able to concieve, even if she found her way back home. Thankfully, she didn't seem particularly saddened&nbsp; by the idea. "You do have me." he whispered to her. Richard was starting to realize that she wasn't simply a mission to him anymore. She was a person that he was starting to care about, though the kiss to his cheek made him wonder if he cared about her entirely for the right reasons. <br><br>"I think I've learned as much as I can." Hendricks said as he cleared his throat. "It looks to me like the wings are healing. Whether or not they will heal correctly without being set, I can't say, but I'm hesitant to try to rig something together to set them, for fear it could hurt her. For the moment, I recommend bringing her in daily. I can keep an eye on her and see how she's doing." <br><br>The idea that the breaks wouldn't have to be set was something of a relief, though he wasn't sure Glory would like coming in for follow up exams. "You can handle a few more checkups, can't you?" he asked, trying to make his voice reassuring. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:46:37</strong>
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				When he said that she did have him, she smiled brightly despite what was going on with her wings. Her eyes sparkled at him, glittering slightly before her cheek stroked lightly against his once more. She liked having her cheek against his. It was strange but despite the abuse she had suffered she liked being near him in general. Was that wrong somehow? It was the demons that had abused her, not him. Demons, not humans, she was in her mind able to separate the two. "I hope I always have you." She whispered almost so faintly he might not have heard it if she weren't so close to his ear, it almost seemed as if she were thinking out loud. <br><br>When the man behind her spoke she buried her face against his neck again having almost forgotten what they were doing. Her legs tightened around him again and her arms wrapped around him tightly. She bit her lip tightly and wiggled her hips close to his body. Almost as if she were trying to get as close to him as she possibly could. She didnt like the idea of having to come back. <br><br>At his question however she did nod her head, as she would do it if he wanted her do. "As you wish." She said in a muffled tone, refraining from calling him Master, simply because she had promised him that she wouldn't tell anyone that he was her Master now. "Do we go to the river now?" She asked her tone still muffled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:57:38</strong>
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				Despite himself, he loved the way that it felt when her soft, perfect cheek brushed against his. His first instinct was to turn his head and kiss her cheek, but he managed to stop himself. This was getting out of hand. All you are feeling is lust for a beautiful woman, he scolded himself. A beautiful woman who was very vulnerable right now, and Richard wouldn't allow himself to take advantage of that. "You don't have to worry about losing me." he promised softly. It would almost certainly be years before she would be ready to exist without his protection, and in that much time she probably wouldn't care about him anymore. <br><br>He grinned when she agreed that she could handle coming back, and that grin only grew when she asked if they would go to the lake now. The fact that she could take such great pleasure from something so simple was just charming to him. He had planned to eat breakfast first, but he didn't see any harm in switching things up. "We can go to the lake now. Let's just stop by the tent to grab my sword, and then we'll be on our way." He wasn't going to make the same mistake as before and leave the two of them vulnerable to attack. <br><br>Standing up was a little awkward, given the weight of her in front of him, but he managed it, and after a moment they were walking through camp again. He held her extra close, knowing the negative effect being around people would have on her. Again, he tried to distract her by asking, "Do you have any memories of being in the water? Do you know how to swim?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 05:05:50</strong>
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				The truth of the matter was she did care about him, and that was very likely not to change, even when she was capable of taking care of herself. He had saved her from her Demonic Master. He really had no idea what that truly meant to her. Besides he was her Master. She would never leave him not unless he told her to. And even then she would be extremely reluctant to leave him. "I hope not." She murmured softly and nuzzled him. <br><br>When they started back toward the tent she tensed tightly holding him one more like a vice grip. She buried her face against him, hiding against him so that she didn't see them looking at her. She knew that they were. She didn't know what they were thinking but she could imagine that some of their thoughts might be similar to the demons or worse even. She trembled as they moved along the camp site and sighed softly warm breath sliding along his skin.<br><br>Though his question did distract her enough that she lifted her head slightly and opened her eyes. Though that was a bad thing because she saw all the men. She immediately went wide eyed and her head dropped to hide against him instantly and she trembled a bit against his body, like a rattle snakes tail. "Just the demons tossing water on me and scrubbing me down when I was too dirty." She told him honestly. "I don't know if I can swim." She supposed they were going to find out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 05:16:16</strong>
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				The way that she gripped him confirmed that he had been right about how she would react to all of this. Richard found himself wishing that he could tell her that she could trust his men, but he didn't know that that was true. Few of the surviving members of his team were knights. The footsoldiers under his command were undisciplined. Richard would like to think the best of them, but that didn't always work out. <br><br>The hand in her hair moved to her back and tried to rub between her wings. Hopefully she would find the gesture comforting. "Well, nobody is going to throw water on you today." he promised. "We'll take this slow, together, and see what you remember. If nothing else, this will give you a chance to start building your strength back up." <br><br>When they reached the tent, Richard set her down gently on the bedroll so that he could put his sword on his belt. While he had only had this particular weapon for a day, it's familiar weight made him feel a little bit better about everything. "So what should we do first when we get there?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 05:38:09</strong>
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				She trusted her Master, and even then only to an extent thus far, however with each passing moment, she trusted him more and more. At the moment she trusted him far more then she had ever trusted her former Master, and given that he owned her for a very long time. The man that were there, she didnt trust at all, she would lilkely never trust them in all honesty. Trust was going to be something very hard for her to give but with Richard it seemed to come naturally. <br><br>As his hand slid from her hair to between her wings it did comfort her. She nuzzled him lightly and smiled. Glad that no one was going to be throwing water on her today. Usually it was very cold water and very abrasive clothes, not to mention not the best smelling oils and soaps. Things that her former Master had liked not that she had liked. She nodded her head softly to him. <br><br>Once they reached the tent she relaxed but felt oddly bereft when he set her on the bed roll. She shifted into that kneeling position. Looking up at him as he places the sword on his belt. She recognized the sword of course it had been the one her former Master carried and she had always found familiar and fascinating. She reached out tracing the hilt lightly looking somewhat fascinated with it before she pulled her hand away to peer up at him again. As he asked what they would do first when they got there she thought about it a moment. <br><br>"Take off our clothing?" She asked softly. "So that we can wash them and let them dry while we get clean?" She asked curiously as that seemed to her the logical thing to do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 05:49:47</strong>
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				Once the sword was on his belt, Richard started digging through his supplies. It took him a minute to find the soaps they would need to clean their bodies. As he looked, he realized he was almost as excited as she was about all this. The battle yesterday had left him feeling remarkably grimy. It would be good to remove some of that. <br><br>He handed her the soaps to carry, as he would need his hands to carry her, but stopped for just a moment as she spoke. Up until this point, he hadn't considered that they would both be naked in the water there. It would be difficult to get around, but still, this wasn't going to help the way he was reacting to her. She's just a charge, he reminded himself again. "Ok, sounds like a plan." <br><br>With that taken care of, he bent down to pick her up. "How do you want me to carry you this time?" He didnt' mind of she wanted to wrap around him again, but figured he would save her the trouble of having to awkwardly squirm into the position. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 05:58:04</strong>
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				Ironically she was in for a surprise when it came to the naked part. A demon male and a human male looked remarkably different nude. A human male looked... far more attractive naked then the sort of Demon that she was held by did. She really didnt have any idea what she was heading for really. Though she thought she did. She smiled taking the soaps as he handed them to her. <br><br>As he said it sounded like a plan she nodded her head softly. It just seemed the logical thing to her, wash while their clothing dried. She wasn't that hungry anyway really. Mostly because well eating was so weird to her, she ate so rarely that she could go long periods without it and not even notice. It was probably a bad thing but, she didn't know that. <br><br>She looked at the soaps she had in her arms as he asked her about how she should be carried this time and then looked back up at him again. "I think Master should carry me the way he did the first time." She said with a light nod. "Otherwise our chests will squish these." She looked down at the soaps and smiled up at him impishly she didn't reach up for him this time mostly because she was holding the things he'd handed to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 06:06:53</strong>
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				It was still all he could do not to flinch when she referred to him as master. Richard had hoped that given time she would start to view him as more of a friend and less of a master. He had to remind himself that such changes didn't happen overnight. She was coming to trust him. If she had to think of herself as a slave to do that, he shouldn't push her too hard. <br><br>He scooped her up in his arms as she had requested and started to carry her towards the river. The river was back in the direction that the army had traveled to get here, so she wouldn't have to see many people before they got out of camp. That was a small comfort, as she would have a bit of a harder time clinging to him while she was holding their supplies for them. <br><br>It only took a few minutes to reach the base of the water. The current was moving slowly today, which would no doubt make at least him feel safer about what was about to happen. He found a clear patch of ground right beside the water to set her down in softly and then sat down beside her. "Well, there it is." he said with a grin. "We can spend all morning here, if you want." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 23:19:29</strong>
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				As he lifted her she smiled, at least until they left the tent and she realized that there was no easy way for her to hide against him as she had been doing before. She frowned slightly as he stepped from the tent and instead of burying her face against his shoulder like she had done countless times before. She closed her eyes. It was extremely obvious that she did not like seeing the other men especially if she thought they might be paying her any sort of attention. And she knew given their reactions to her the day before all of them were curious about her. <br><br>She remained that way until she felt like they were more alone and then her eyes opened again slowly. She relaxed once more in his arms holding the supplies in her arms and smiling up toward the canopy of trees at each ray of sunlight that poured down toward her. She seemed to really like the light. The more she was in it the happier she seemed to get and when she was placed in that clearing where the trees didn't block it she sighed with contentment. <br><br>"I would like that Master." She told him honestly as she turned to set the supplies down shifting into that typical kneeling position she had once he'd set her on the ground. She Seemed utterly happy there in the sun light pausing as she set thing aside occasionally if only to turn her face up to it. Eventually all was set aside however. <br><br>It didn't seem strange or unnerving for her. Nor did she seem shy, as she sat there in the morning sun she reached up and untied her top. Which had likely at one time been white. She slipped it off freeing her breasts which were not particularly small but not huge either. Perky and unfortunately a little dirt but not as dirty as the rest of her. Her pink nipples hardened slightly in the air as the wind blew and she reached to untie her bottoms. Not seeming phased by being nude in front of her Master. To her it was a natural state of being. Though she had to admit a nude demon was not an overly attractive sight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 00:08:34</strong>
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				For some reason, Richard had expected her to be frightened of the idea of stripping down in front of him, even though it had been her idea to strip down. He tried not to stare at her as she removed her clothing, but he saw enough of her to know that she was even gorgeous than he had thought. Even scarred at dirty like she was, her breasts her perky and her figure was perfectly attractive to Richard. He turned his gaze from her out of fear that he would grow aroused if he kept his attention on her naked form. This would be so much easier if she weren't so kind or attractive, he thought to himself. <br><br>Richard had a few more outfits back in his tent that he could switch between, but it would be wise to clear this one off anyways. There was no way of knowing how long they would be out here holding this position, and his wardrobe out here was fairly limited. As she finished stripping down, he lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular, tan figure. Years in his profession had left a few scars here and there, but Richard usually forgot about them unless someone brought them up. <br><br>Next, he kicked off his boots before removing his trousers and shorts. His legs were less scarred than his upper body, but there were a few scars here and there as well. Unlike her, Richard was remarkably self conscious about being naked in front of Glory. He tried not to show his discomfort as he forced himself to look down at Glory again. "Alright sweetie, how about we see if we can walk into the water if I'm helping you keep your balance. I imagine the cool water on your skin will feel, well, heavenly." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 00:27:20</strong>
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				Truthfully she didn't notice his eyes on her at first but after a moment she did notice he was looking at her and a slight blush filled her cheeks. It should bother her, logically she knew that she should be bothered by the fact that he was looking at her, but it didn't. She smiled over at him then reached down to untie her bottoms. Her entire body was actually hairless. So her sex was smooth and completely without hair. <br><br>It wasn't until he started to undress that she got distracted. She glanced over at him curiously as he removed his clothing. When he took his shirt off she noticed instantly that he didn't look anything like a demon under his clothing. She blinked tilting her head looking a bit shocked. Her hair falling into her face. Of course she didn't know any better not to watch him or look so she continued to watch him as he undressed. As the rest of his clothing came of her eyes followed the line of his body. She noted the scars and such and of course the rest of him and found him very handsome without clothes. He didn't look like a demon at all. Even the part that always had hurt her before looked now more... appealing on him. <br><br>When he spoke her eyes lifted back to his face and she smiled at him. She nodded her head softly and reached up lightly nodding her head. She would grab his arm so that she could try and stand properly. Her nude form brushing along his as she rose to her feet. "Okay Master." Her legs seemed to have the strength now, as they didn't shake, now it just seemed a matter of balance really. "Master." She said her skin heating just a little when her breast brushed his skin. "You are very handsome. I've never seen a nude man before. Just demons and they are not attractive nude. But you are. Very much." She smiled at him Hoping the compliment would please him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 00:45:43</strong>
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				Hearing her complement his body only made Richard's discomfort worse, though he tried not to show it. He didn't think that there was any way he could explain to her why it was wrong for him to feel any level of desire for her. So far, he hadn't even managed to convince her that she wasn't his slave, though he suspected he was making a little headway in that regard. "Well, you are an exceptionally beautiful woman." he said honestly. "You are probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." <br><br>He offered his hand, and rather than support her weight, he simply offered her a way to maintain her balance. All things considered, when he looked at the way she seemed to have been trained to behave, she seemed to have retained her strength exceptionally well. He suspected that part of that was because of what she knew, but part of him suspected that the fact that she was stronger than she knew played a part as well. <br><br>Richard helped her into the most shallow part of the water, so that only their feet were in the water. The cool water felt amazing against his bare skin. All of the sweat and grime from yesterday was just begging to come off, so he slowly helped her into a deeper part of the water. "Does any of this seem familiar to you yet?" he asked curiously. "Do you think you used to swim or go into the water before you were taken?" He was sure that she had some experience with water, but was curious to see if she could remember any of it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:01:06</strong>
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				To her, she was a slave that was all that she had ever known, and she was his. She rather liked being his. She never liked being the Demons but in the past day he had treated her better then anyone ever has for as long as she could remember. She liked her new Master and was rather determined not to be without him. Though if he commanded her away she wouldn't disobey him. Though it wouldn't bode well for her. She glanced down at her self as he said she was beautiful and blinked looking at him. "No ones ever said that about me before." She glanced back up at him and beamed, that smile reaching her eyes again. <br><br>She would move with him into the water, stumbling just a little at first, mostly because of balance though not strength. It was her balance that seemed so off. She felt the cool water hit her feet and with the sun beating down on her she felt utterly delightful. She wiggled her toes lightly against the river bottom as they moved a little deeper into the water, she could already feel the dirt sliding off of her body. <br><br>At his question about things feeling familiar she frowned slightly and nodded her head lightly. "A little." She murmured. Glancing around. The water did feel familiar. Like she'd been in water before. Deep water, but the Demon had never allowed her to swim or be in deep water before. Slowly she released his hand the water deep enough that it helped with her balance significantly. She started away from him slightly. <br><br>Glancing up toward the sky, she let the sun bathe her face, and she closed her eyes and smiled up at it and then with a giggle she vanished beneath the surface of the water... she didn't come up right away, and wasn't even near the same spot she had gone under. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:19:59</strong>
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				He gave a warm smile as she indicated that nobody had ever called her beautiful before. "Well, demons clearly have no appreciation for beauty. You are exceptionally beautiful. Trust me on that." <br><br>The fact that she had some memory of being in the water was probably a reassuring sign. Hopefully it meant that she hadn't completely lost the memories that she had had before she was taken by the demon, though in some ways he already knew that. She knew her own name, though she still wouldn't share the information with him. <br><br>As she let go of his hands, Richard was a little concerned at first, but the water seemed to be helping her maintain her balance. He was about to reach for the soap so that they could start properly cleaning themselves up when she submerged under the water. Richard had a lopsided grin on his face at first as he enjoyed this rare look at her more playful side, but his amusement quickly gave way to fear when she didn't come up right away. "Glory?" he called. He didn't even wait for an answer before he dove under the water, only to find that she wasn't in the spot where she had submerged. Dammit! How had he lost her? What was his oath to protect her worth if he couldn't even keep her safe in a few feet of water? He emerged from the water once more and started calling for her again. "Glory? Where are you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:27:59</strong>
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				She was underwater, swimming, she remembered how to swim, and she wasn't just swimming but swimming extremely fast. Enough that the dirt was sliding off her skin and out of her hair. Oh she'd still need to use the soap of course but, she was having fun, and given what she was she could hold her breath far longer then a human could. Though she knew she didnt want to make him worry either. So she circled around. Having heard him calling the name he'd given her. <br><br>His voice was a strange filtered echo underneath the water as she swam back toward him. When she popped out of the water again it was directly in front of him. When she came out of the water, she wasnt gasping for air at all. She was laughing. Not just a giggle but a real laugh. With much of the dirt off of her skin, and the sun hitting her skin he would see her body shimmer in the light in an odd ethereal sort of way. Her hair no longer dingy looking but that raven black color that it was supposed to be. <br><br>"I like the river Master!" She told him and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Her bare body brushing against his as her breasts pressed into his chest. When her nipples rubbed against him she felt that odd warm tingly sensation again and she blinked baffled once more. Especially when it was much more intense this time. Making her not want to let him go. She nuzzled him lightly. "Thank you for bringing me here." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:44:04</strong>
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				Richard took another breath, preparing to dive under again in an attempt to find her. Before he could make another attempt, she emerged from the water. Not only was she not out of breath, but she was laughing. The sound of her laughter, real laughter, was musical to him. Her smile and the way her skin glowed in the sunlight added to her already amazing beauty. <br><br>As she embraced him, he embraced her back, holding her tightly against him. "You scared me." he said simply, and he realized just how deep the statement went. He hadn't been afraid of failing his mission or anything like that, but of losing her. In just the span of a day, she had become remarkably dear to him. He rubbed his hand up and down her back a little, and without thinking craned his neck so that he could kiss her cheek. He blushed a little as he realized what he had done, but made no effort to move away from her. Like her, the feeling of having her pressed up against him was having an effect on him, but unlike her, he knew what it was and didn't want to be feeling it with her. <br><br>After a moment, he started to let go of her. He was still grinning from ear to ear at the sight of her like this, and at the feeling of relief that he felt after what had just happened. "I'm glad you like it here." he said quietly. "I promise that I'll take you here every chance that I get." His smile grew a little dull as he added, "Though I wish you would start calling me Richard." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:53:21</strong>
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				She frowned a little as he told her that she scared him. She hadn't meant to scare him of course. She worried now that he might have thought she was running away from him or something. Not knowing of course that humans were unable to swim like that or hold their breath the way that she just did. She looked at him, her eyes luminous. "I didn't mean to frighten you." She appologized softly as she held onto him. As he shifted and kissed her cheek however she seemed to melt in his arms a little her hands sliding along his shoulders as she blushed a deep crimson that seemed to make her skin shimmer all the more. <br><br>It was him. He made her feel that way. It was something about him specifically that made her feel that strange felling. When he was close to her, when she brushed against him. When they touched and just now when he kissed her cheek she felt it. She felt it in her stomach and lower. Was this what men felt when things got... hard? She didnt know that women could feel lustful. Was that possible. She pursed her lips as she pondered it, utterly baffled by the prospect. <br><br>As he started to let for of her, she frowned and kept her arms around him. She liked the feel of her wet skin against his. It was slippery and interesting feeling, so her arms stayed loosely around him and her hands up near his neck close to his shoulders. A smile curled her lips as he said he would bring her hear as often as he could. Though as he said that he wished she would call him Richard her shoulders drooped slightly. "But..." She blinked at him. "You are my Master. I like that you are my Master, you don't like being my Master? Do you want me to go?" She asked him tilting her head slightly "A slave should never call her Master by his given name it is disrespectful." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:09:48</strong>
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				"I know that you weren't trying to scare me." he assured her. "You were just having fun." Richard suspected that it had been a very long time since Glory had felt anything close to fun, and the last thing he wanted was to deny her that. "Maybe, just tell me the next time that you are going to do something like that, ok?" <br><br>As she asked if he wanted her to leave, he shook his head and started to hold her closer once more. His hand moved to the back of her head and held her head against him gently. "I don't want you to go anywhere, sweetie." he said quietly. "I told you, I'll be with you as long as you need me. You don't have to worry about that." <br><br>He rubbed her back gently as he considered how he could explain this to her. "You and I can spend time around one another without one of us having to be the master. Think about your encounter with the wolf today. You weren't the wolf's master, and it wasn't yours. The two of you simply liked one another, so you enjoyed one another's company. Couldn't you and I be like that? You stay with me because you need protection and like me, and I stay with you because I like protecting you and like you." He wasn't sure that that explanation was going to make sense to her, but it was the best he could think to do for the moment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:19:39</strong>
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				When he pulled her in closer against she leaned her head against him and nuzzled his shoulder closing her eyes as he stroked her. She sighed softly slightly confused as he spoke. Though glad that he didn't intend to leave her or make her leave. She didn't want to go away. "What if I always need you?" She whispered softly as her arms shifted down, somewhat beneath the water to curl around his waist. <br><br>As he continued she listened to his explanation, but that just confused her even more. The wolf had been an entirely different thing then what was between the two of them at least in her opinion it was. She frowned slightly. If they were around each other because they wanted to be and because they lived eachother and because she needed him and he was protecting her. That was something else. Similar to Master and slave. But not exactly. The memory of what it was formed in her mind. Like two pieces of a puzzle clicking together seamlessly. Memories would continue to return like that slowly over time. <br><br>She leaned back and tilted her head to eye him her face tilted up toward his. "If we are together because I need protection and I like you, and you are with me because you like protecting me and you like me. Isn't that marriage?" She asked him softly. "Or... or do you...." She frowned, she let go of him and backed up there was suddenly a very jealous and frightened look on her face. "Do you have a wife?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:39:25</strong>
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				He smiled faintly at her first question. "Always is a very long time." he said after thinking about it for a moment. "But when I gave my word to protect you, that vow didn't come with a time limit. I will be with you for as long as you need me, even if you always need me." Given how quickly she seemed to be physically recovering, he found that unlikely, but the idea of being alone clearly frightened her. <br><br>He hadn't expected her to pull away from him so abruptly, and he certainly hadn't expected a look of jealousy to cross her features. "A marriage is kind of like that, but it is also more elaborate. Part of it is the two people wanting to protect one another, but they also have to love one another and want to spend their entire lives with one another." For the first time, he realized that protecting her would involve more than comforting her and keeping her safe from strangers. She needed someone to teach her how the human world worked if she was going to be safe here. Richard had never been more of a teacher, but he wasn't going to neglect something that his charge needed. <br><br>Even as she pulled away from him, he took her hands, in part to make sure she maintained her balance and in part to reassure her. His expression fell when she asked him if he was married. It was a simple question, but it was one that hurt him a little nonetheless. "No, I'm not married." There was more to it than that, of course, but he didn't volunteer the information. Instead, he simply said, "The life that I live, the life of a knight, is often lonely. I don't really have a home waiting for me."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:50:42</strong>
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				She was more then a little confused with the conversation that they were having. If he couldn't be her Master then would could he be. She was used to labels. She was used to being something and someone being something to her. She just didn't understand it very well. She blinked up at him her eyes a little wide as she watched him. He noted how his hands remained on her and she wasn't sure if he was trying to comfort her or hold her up right. <br><br>The idea of him being married scared her and made her sad. She wasn't sure why but she just didn't like the idea. Jealousy was not a feeling she recognized just like the aroused feeling she got when she was close to him. She tilted her head when&nbsp; he explained marriage to her and told her of love. She knew what love was. She understood love it was something that was in her body something that the Demons couldn't even erase from her memory. She stepped toward him lightly as he spoke to her waiting for him to answer her question. <br><br>When he finally said he was not married she noticed that he didn't look that happy about it, even when he said he had no home waiting for him when he returned and that the life he lived was a lonely one. She felt suddenly guilty as if she brought up things that she aught not to have. She stepped closer and she put her arms around him hugging him tightly oblivious to their nakedness. "But you don't have to be lonely anymore." She told him softly. "I am here." She said and nuzzled into his neck. She lifted herself, and in her own way tried to comfort him by wrapping her legs around him to not thinking it might back him uncomfortable as they were nude this time. "I can make you not lonely, and I can be your home." She whispered to him. "Home is not always a physical place. I don't know how I know that but... it doesn't have to be." She leaned back to look at him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 03:27:24</strong>
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				Richard had been sure that the concept of love would confuse her, but she seemed to accept his words without question. It made sense that an angel would know what love was on an instinctive level. That was a relief, as Richard had no idea how to explain a concept like love to her. <br><br>He was equally grateful that she didn't press him on the issue of his personal life. That wasn't something that he wanted to talk about, at least not yet. Richard was hit with a rush of conflicting emotions as she wrapped her legs around him so that he was holding her up. The knowledge that he shouldn't be attracted to her was no match for the fact that it felt amazing to hold her like this. She was so kind, despite everything that had happened to her, and so warm. He found himself instinctively putting his hands on her back and rubbing it gently as she clung to him. <br><br>As she spoke about home, he moved one hand and let his fingers drift through her hair. "It's true, home can be a person." The idea of having a person who could act as his home hit him hard. It was a desire he had thought that he had beaten back a long time ago, but clearly it was still there. "I would like that kind of a home. And I would like you to have that kind of a home. But I'm not sure how to make something like that happen when I don't even know what your real name is." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 03:38:02</strong>
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				The concept of love, was one thing that would never confuse her, it was ingrained into her, a thing that the Demons hadnt been able to take from her and no one really ever could take it from her. Not given the type of creature that she was. Love was within her, it coursed through her veins like a living thing. She was built to love in one way or another. But to be in love, she was not built for that. Though it the time she was spending in the world of human kind was starting to change her, make her more susceptible to it. <br><br>She would not press him for information that pained him so obviously. If he wanted to tell her such things then she knew he would in his own good time. She could wait for now, and when he was ready he would talk about his past. She didn't mind in the least. She leaned in and she nuzzled her cheek against his as she had when she was in the medics tent with him. But this time it was to comfort him more then herself. <br><br>Shifting slightly in his arms, it would brush her heated core just slightly against his bare crotch. An accident of course but it sent a sizzling sensation up her spine that caused a sudden intake of breath from her and her skin to heat up significantly against his. Most so then before, her cheeks red. "Aurelia." She said finally and smiled at him. One hand lifting to stroke along his hair. "My name is Aurelia." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 04:04:57</strong>
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				He gave a slight smile as she nuzzled her face against him. In Hendrick's tent, he had liked that it brought her such comfort, but now, when he was thinking about some of the darkest parts of his history, her presence was a warm comfort to him. "Thank you." he said gently. <br><br>The way that she brushed against his crotch made his skin shiver, but he was met with an intense feeling of shame as well. He should be better than this, good enough to be able to be what she needed him to be without feeling such desire for her. This physical connection seemed to be helping her, so he didn't want to pull away from her. <br><br>Richard grinned with absolute delight as she gave him her real name. Glory had suited her, but Aurelia fit so much better. "That is an absolutely gorgeous name." he said after a moment. "And it suits you amazingly well. Aurelia." he said the name just to hear how it rolled off his tongue, and found that it was pleasing to say. "Alright Aurelia, so do we have a deal? No more master and no more slave, just two people who want to protect one another and spent time together. An angel and her guardian knight." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 04:15:11</strong>
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				He was not the only one that felt desire. Slowly she was coming to realize that was what she was feeling. She didn't know that women felt desire until she got close to him but apparently she could feel desire. It intrigued her. It made her wonder what else she didn't know about such things. All she knew of sexual acts was bad. But what if there was a good side to it. What she felt when he touched her or she was close to him, felt good. That desire or what she thought must be desire felt good if a bit uncomfortable because it mad her feel needy and edgy somewhat. <br><br>She felt his skin shiver as she brushed against him and wondered if he felt desire too. Did he feel desire for her? She bit her lip curiously wondering but she was too afraid to ask him just then given their current circumstances. Slowly though she would uncurl her legs from around them for both their sakes and smile up at him. her eyes luminous. <br><br>Aurelia was rather happy when he said her name, the way it rolled off his tongue, the way he said it. She slid her hands down and let them glide along his chest. Leaning in she planted a soft kiss against the very base of the front of his neck. "I will have a very hard time not calling you Master. Or treating you as such, but if you wish for me to try, then I will." She told him simply and smiled up at him. "I will get the soap." She said and then moved around him toward the edge of the river.<br><br>She was wobbly as she got into shallow water, stumbling a bit and then eventually kneeling when she got nearly out of the water but her walking was improving rapidly. She reached out and grabbed the soap before she started back toward him in the water. Dipping it into the water before moving toward him. "I can wash you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 04:27:50</strong>
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				Richard felt both relief and disappointment when she uncurled her legs and pulled away from him. It had felt good to hold her so close, but now that he wasn't holding her, he didn't feel the same guilt that had been eating away at him. That guilt came rushing back when she kissed his neck, but it was mixed with pleasure and desire as well. <br><br>"This is hard for both of us." he assured her. "We are both going to make mistakes, but we will keep at it and figure it out." For the moment, he was just thrilled that she had agreed to try not to call him master, though she still hadn't used his name. It felt like they had made a great deal of progress just since they had come to the water. <br><br>He watched her walk all the way to where they had left their supplies, his muscles tensed in case he had to dive into the water and help her if she fell. On some level, he realized that it was a foolish fear. She had already proven to be a better swimmer than he was. Still, he was relieved when she made it back to him without falling. She really was recovering quickly. <br><br>The idea of her washing him sent another wave of desire rushing through him, but he quickly fought this one off. He had just convinced her that she wasn't a slave. Having her do something so subservient now would only set them back. "You are a free woman now, remember? You don't have to wash me. How about you wash yourself up and I'll clean up after you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 04:37:11</strong>
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				The fact of the matter was, she was healing quickly, and her not being able to walk was not a matter of injury just having not done it in so long, her wings would take longer to heal of course though. She blinked at him as he spoke of her being a free woman and such and she frowned slightly. She wasn't offering to wash him because she was being submissive to him she was offering to wash him because she wanted to. She tilted her head slightly and glanced to the side then up at him again. <br><br>"But, what if I want to do something for you because I want to?" She asked him, seeming a little confused. "That's not being a slave is it?" She asked him tilting her head slightly. SHe just wanted to wash him. Some places were just hard to reach on the body and she liked touching him. She wondered if she shouldn't like touching him and that was the problem. She chewed her bottom lip. <br><br>Playing with the soap she looked down at it. "I like touching you. Is that why I shouldn't do it. Is that bad?" She asked him not looking up worrying that it was a bad thing. What if it was some taboo in human culture. She had no idea. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 05:03:24</strong>
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				He shook his head quickly. "No, no, no, sweetie. You didn't do anything bad." He let out a deep breath as he tried to figure out how to explain this to her. "It is ok to want to do things for people because you like them. That doesn't make you a slave. Much of my life is spent doing things for others, and I'm not a slave."<br><br>Richard really wasn't good at this. He couldn't help but feel that he was doing a disservice by simply not being able to explain all of this to her. "Its just that bathing another person is something that is reserved for lovers, people who want to be intimate with one another. It isn't the sort of thing that one friend can do for another." <br><br>He let out another deep breath. This wouldn't be so hard if he didn't find himself so drawn to her. Right now, his emotions were just making everything harder than they needed to be. "Human culture is just complicated. It will take you a little while to figure all of it out." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 05:11:19</strong>
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				Aurelia watched him as he explained it to her but as he explained it she found herself growing rather sad. As it seemed that such things were reserved for people who desired one another, were intimate, and lovers as he had said. They were not intimate or lovers. She found or assumed what she felt for him was desire and for a moment she thought that he might desire her too but... given his explanation now she must have been mistaken. She blinked a few times and tried to hide the dissipointment on her face. She should be relieved that he didn't desire her but... it made her sad to think that he didn't. She didn't want the demon to desire her but then she met a man she did want to desire her and she now didn't think that he did. <br><br>"Oh." She managed softly and nodded her head in understanding. "We are not intimate or lovers." She said. "We are just... friends." She smiled a little though the smile was not like the type that reached her eyes. She did instead what he had suggested before and she started washing herself. She washed her body which became more ethereal and shimmery then before. She washed herself completely which she had to admit made her feel good but, didn't do much to help the confused thoughts that raced through her mind. <br><br>After she washed her body she lathered some of the soap in her hands before offering him the soap. The lathered up soap in her hands she used in her hair washing it carefully to get the rest of the dirt and grime out of it completely eventually she would dunk herself under the water to rinse the suds but she didnt swim off like she had in that playful way before when they first had gotten there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 05:33:56</strong>
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				Dammit. Having her feel like he didn't desire her should have been exactly what he wanted, but that look she had in her eyes as she processed it made him want to embrace her again and tell her that it would be alright. This entire situation was becoming just as confusing for him as it was for her. The only thing he knew with 100% certainty was that he didn't want to hurt her. <br><br>He didn't say anything until she handed him the soap. He simply held onto it, considering his words as she finished washing her hair. When she emerged from the water, she was even more radiant and desirable than she had been before, which was not helping with Richard's confusion. <br><br>"Aurelia, listen, I am very attracted to you. The thing is, it is wrong for me to act on those desires. In human culture, when someone is confused and vulnerable like you are right now, we believe it is wrong to have an intimate relationship with them. In a lot of ways, you are rediscovering yourself right now, and I'm the only thing you really know about this world. You need to recover from what has been done to you before you can start that kind of a relationship with someone. Once you've done that, you'll be able to figure out what kind of lover you want. Does that make sense?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 05:49:31</strong>
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				As she rose up from the water she started to comb her fingers through the wet strands of her hair, pulling the snarls out of the strands while it was still wet. She glanced at him as he stood there holding the soap her silvery blue eyes on his face as she was still processing and though she was confused and saddened by what he'd said, she was trying to deal with it in the only way she knew how, repressing it. She watched him as he spoke her expression rather blank mostly because she had learned a long time ago how to hide her emotions. <br><br>She listened when he told her to, ears perking as he said he was attracted to her, and went on to explain why that was wrong for him to be. It didn't really make sense to her but she supposed in human culture he would know better them she would. She nodded her head lightly at him. "Of course Master." she smiled weakly. Though in her opinion if she was not a slave. Shouldn't when and what she decide... be up to her?<br><br>But then she wondered, if though attracted to her and desiring her he didn't wish a relationship with her. But then she had no idea what a relationship entailed either. So perhaps it was for the better anyway. Aurelia doubted she would ever be with anyone anyway, while she was the slave of the Demons, she didn't understand why that should change now that she was no longer under his thumb. She smiled at him again to reassure him and once he had the soap and she was rinsed she went toward the river bank. Stumbling as she reached the edge. She crawled up onto the shore and reached for her clothing, grabbing the other soap. She dipped her clothing into the water using the soap to wash her clothes in the river as she knelt naked at its edge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 05:59:59</strong>
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				Richard realized that what he had said to her hadn't covered anything beyond when she was confused in regard to him. When she wasn't confused, would he want a relationship with her? If she was still like she was now, yes. Her kindness and spirit were intoxicating to him, and she was beautiful beyond words. But she was beyond human. Once she had recovered from all this, certainly she would find someone she would rather be with than him. <br><br>The fact that she still called him master reinforced the idea that she couldn't yet determine whether or not she was really attracted to him. It was all he could do not to wince at the words. As she made her way to shore to start cleaning her clothes, he started to run the soap over his body. Whatever she had done to him last night had worked like a charm. His body should have ached everywhere, and instead there were just a few sore areas here and there. <br><br>"I hope you aren't angry with me, or hurt. I certainly don't want to hurt you. I'm just not explaining any of this very well." He let out a deep breath. "Aurelia, the truth is, once you've recovered and figured out how to live among humans, you'll probably find someone who can treat you well, provide for you, and give you the kind of life you deserve. Someone better than me." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 06:13:39</strong>
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				Aurelia scrubbed her clothing and by the time she was finished with it, it was nearly white again. She rinsed the clothing and then she wrung it out carefully before she shifted carefully. She used a tree to help her balance and she stood up and rose to her feet. She hung the scrapes of clothing on a branch to dry. How she knew how to do these things was unknown weather it be scraps of memory from before she was enslaved or instinct it was hard to tell but she seemed to know. <br><br>When she finished washing her own clothes, she grabbed his, and started to wash his as well so that they were clean too. She glances up from her place on her knees washing the clothing in the water as he cleaned himself in the river. She was still naked of course as her clothing dried in the sunlight on the branch. His words confused her. She didn't think he was doing badly in explaining things. <br><br>The idea though that she might find someone better then him baffled her. She didn't like the idea. She couldn't even fathom it. She looked thoughtful as she cleaned the clothes in the water and then she shook her head. "I'm alright." She told him softly. She tried to gather her thoughts to explain to him why she believed that, alone was how her life was going to be. "How can I find someone else?" She asked him softly. "I can not even look at your men, I can only look at you. I trust you, more than I can recall trusting anyone. I don't think I could ever come to trust someone again. You took me out of hell, promised to protect me and not let me hurt. And you haven't hurt me. Other men would have." She shrugged her shoulders "It's okay. I knew a long time ago, before you came, that I was not destined to for... the things you speak of. I'm not angry or hurt." Thought deep down she was both, she longed for romance, love and intimacy, even though technically she wasn't made for any of those things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 16:22:43</strong>
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				Her words about not being able to look at others confirmed that he had made the right choice. She wasn't interested in him specifically, she simply looked at him as a hero and didn't know anyone else. If she was just picking him out of no other options, she wasn't really making a choice. <br><br>Now that she was out of the water, working on their clothes, Richard found that he no longer desired to be in the water himself. He made his way to the shoreline and sat down beside her. The fact that he was naked still made him uncomfortable, but not as much as it had before. <br><br>"Some people aren't made for love." he said quietly, his voice becoming sad once more. Richard had discovered long ago that he wasn't meant for the fairytale endings that most people wanted. He wrapped a reassuring arm around her waist and instantly became aware of the pleasant warmth that came from holding her. "But when I look at you, I can feel in my soul that you are destined to be loved. I don't know how it will happen, but I'm certain that it will. You just need to take this new life of yours one step at a time." <br><br>He gave her a small but genuine smile. "In the meantime, you still have a home." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 00:15:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was interested in him specifically, that was what he didn't understand. It wasn't due to lack of choice, but lack of want in others. Regardless she would accept it, because she had to. He didn't seem to want her affections. She found it strange when it seemed she aught not to want him, given what she'd been through. But some part of her, deep down, desired him. Like there was a wire connected between them that she couldn't see or even describe. <br><br>Glancing up, she watched him come out of the water, a faint smile curling her lips as he did. She then glanced back to her washing of his clothes. Once he got out of the water she was ringing the clothes out and then she carefully rose, using that same tree near by to balance herself and hung his clothing near hers so that they could dry in the sun. She sat beside him once more. <br><br>When he spoke she glanced over at him noting the sadness in his voice. She didn't believe him. All people were made for love in her opinion. Perhaps not her kind, because well, she wasn't so sure that her kind were supposed to love. But humans... that was a different story. She nodded her head faintly. "All humans are capable of love." She told him. And then with a faint nod of her head she smiled back at him. "You have a home too." She shifted and laid back, Stretching out naked in the sun to dry. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 01:12:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard had no doubt that Aurelia would find someone who would love her the way that she deserved to be loved. She just had such a kindness and enthusiasm in her that was certain to draw the attention of a man who would take care of her. <br><br>"Everyone is capable of love." he agreed quietly, his voice still sad. "It's just that some of us can't sustain a relationship." He let out a deep breath, knowing that she wasn't going to understand what he was saying unless he gave her a bit more information. He decided he could tell her a little without making himself too uncomfortable. "I had a mate once. A wife." He shifted uncomfortably. This was even more difficult to talk about than he would have guessed. "The truth is, I failed her. I wasn't there when she needed me and I lost her. When you find someone you want to be with, you want to make sure that it is someone who won't fail you." <br><br>He was silent for a moment as he finished talking. He just sat there, thinking about what he had lost. That was another story that he hadn't told people in a while, but even now he hadn't told Aurelia the full story. He had told her enough to bring up all sorts of painful memories though. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 01:20:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aurelia looked over at him as he spoke frowning as he spoke. He had a wife before and lost her? She winced slightly knowing that she had brought up bad memories by bringing all of this up. She felt guilty suddenly and bit her lip slightly as she lay there in the clearing. She glanced to the side slightly. She couldn't imagine how that would feel considering she didnt know what it was like to love, or to lose love. She wrapped her arms around herself slightly as she lay. <br><br>"Im sorry." She murmured softly looking away from him slightly. "I wont pry, and I don't want you to tell me know, because of the look on your face when you think about it. But what ever you think you did wrong. Unless you killed her yourself. You didn't fail her." She spoke rather plainly. But that was how she saw it. The Demon, he was the type to fail a woman, but Richard. He wasn't. He was the type to love a woman, with all his heart. Or at least that was how he seemed. <br><br>With that though, she said nothing else. She wasn't going to argue a point with him that was pointless. He kept telling her that she was going to find someone that would fail her that would love her. He didn't know that. He was no profit, he couldn't tell the future. And according to him, he wasn't even her Master, which made her more sad then he could imagine, considering that was the only connection she really knew about and could understand. Finally she shifted rolling onto her side, toying lightly with the grass next to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 01:47:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was wrong about it not being his fault, absolutely wrong. What had happened to Kim had been his fault. Their entire relationship had been built around him leaving frequently to tend to his duties, and that duty had ended up costing them everything. He was relieved that Aurelia didn't press him on the issue. However, as she laid there beside him, Richard just found himself wishing that he was holding her as he thought about his past, but he wasn't going to ask her for such a thing. <br><br>In an effort to force the thought of his past out of his mind, he thought instead of Aurelia. Everything that she had suffered during her time as a slave and somehow she felt bad for him and something that had happened years ago. It only spoke to the the kindness and grace in her that made him so certain that she would find someone who who could appreciate that and treat her the way that she deserved. <br><br>After a moment, he forced a smile to his face, but he couldn't take the sadness out of his eyes, both because of the memories of Kim and because he felt like he had hurt her somehow. "I brought you out here to have fun, not talk about my bitter memories. How would you like to go for a little swim?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 02:00:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Had he held her, she would have welcomed the contact. But he didn't. She wanted him to. She didn't understand why, but it was as she thought before. Like a wire, that stretched between them connecting them somehow, tying them together in a way that was... right and like it was supposed to be there. She could almost see it but not quite. Like fate wove it there. Not gods but, fate. <br><br>Aurelia was not concerned with her own past at the moment but his worried that she'd said things wrong. That she had brought up things and a conversation that she shouldn't have. She hadn't meant to. She chewed at her lip and continued picking at the grass. She knew that he was sad, and she knew that he had caused it. By what she had brought up. Maybe not directly causing his sadness but indirectly. <br><br>When he spoke she turned her head peering at him over her shoulder seeing that forced smile over her shoulder. As he asked her how she would like going for a swim with him she nodded her head softly. Hoping it would make him happier. She wouldn't bring up such things like love and marriage again. Mostly to avoid his sadness. But she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about him in the way that she did. She shifted carefully so that she could move toward the water. Standing more easily this time and unsteadily she stumbled toward the river. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 02:24:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His smile became a little more genuine as she agreed to go into the water with him. That would give both of them a little bit of time to think about something that would be a little less depressing for both of them. He wasted little time climbing to his feet so that he could walk beside her, and when she stumbled, he quickly grabbed her by the waist to hold her upright. "You are doing a lot better at this than I would have thought possible." he said gently. <br><br>Richard let go of her waist once she had her balance and took her by the hands. He used his grip on her to ease her into the water, just like he had before. He wasn't quite as worried about starting off in the shallow water this time, as Aurelia had proven that she was a much better swimmer than even he was. Clearly her wings weren't part of that, as she had preformed that amazing little feat with them still so wounded. <br><br>Once they were in the water, he let go of her, knowing that the water would let her keep her balance. "I would challenge you to a race, but you've made it pretty clear that you can outswim me." he said with a playful smile. "I think I might be able to beat you in a splash fight with you though." He moved his hand back to splash her, but didn't actually do it yet. He remembered how the demon had used water to torment her before, and didn't want to do anything that she would associate with that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 02:35:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was doing surprisingly better walking. The fact of the matter was, mechanically, she knew how to walk, and considering she'd been crawling she hadn't lost the strength in her legs. She had merely lost her balance. But she was learning to regain it. By even tomorrow she'd likely be walking remarkably well again. She reached out and took his hands moving into the water with him. <br><br>Her wings honestly would have made her swim a great deal faster had she been able to use them. But as it was she wasn't able to. She smiled lightly as she felt the water lap at her skin once more as they moved deeper into it. She liked the water. It was strange what she liked best about it. It was the light. The way the sun shined down on her and the water, and the water reflected the water upward. She liked the light a great deal. It was hard to describe. <br><br>As he spoke she giggled lightly. Knowing she could out swim him. As he challenged her however to a splash fight her eyebrow perked slightly. She glanced at his hand in the water and she smirked at him slightly. "I think you will loose." She told him honestly and bit her lip playfully giving him a challenging look. It seemed that Aurelia though innocent and sweet was also rather... competitive. She swung her arm in the water, sending a splash at him and instantly ducked under the water. Her body shooting through the water, he'd feel her body slid against his leg under the water and then up along behind him before her limbs curled around him to try and dunk him under playfully. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 02:57:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Any fears that he had about her reacting badly to the idea of being splashed evaporated when he saw the look in her eyes. This was a side of Aurelia that he hadn't seen before, but he liked it. As planned, he let her have the first splash, but before he could retaliate, she dove under the water. Richard knew better than to go under the water to try to find her, so he simply waited for her to emerge again. To his surprise, she didn't pop up to splash him again, but instead to pull him under the water for a moment. <br><br>As soon as he was under the water, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her out of the water with him. He kept a grip on her waist as they emerged, and as soon as they came out of the water he started to laugh. "You are a cheater." he said, but his laugh and the happiness in his eyes made it clear that he was just teasing. <br><br>"This is a side of you I didn't expect to see." he said, laughter mixed into his voice. "I like it." He couldn't help but dwell on the fact that her master had had control of her for years, possibly generations, and Richard suspected that the bastard had never once seen this side of her. Getting to see this side of her made him feel blessed somehow. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 03:17:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he turned and grabbed a hold of her under the water he would actually hear her laughing under the water as if she were above water. She squirmed in his arms. Naked and slippery against him. Her waterproof wings sliding against him slightly but she found it didn't hurt really as she wasn't paying much attention to her wings at to moment. She liked it when he was playful and he didn't have that sad look in his eyes. <br><br>As he came up with her and called her a cheater she wrinkled her nose at him and shook her hair back behind her head. "There were no rules named, I didn't cheat!" She denied with a grin curling her lips watching him as her hands landed on his shoulders while he held onto her. Eyes sparkling at him brightly. Letting the previous conversation drop for now. Mostly because it seemed to cause problems between them and she didn't want that. <br><br>She tilted her head as he spoke and noted the laughter in his voice and was glad to see that he liked her like this. Her laughing and playful. Even her competitive nature that she didn't even realize she had until he had challenged her. Wiggling slightly she slipped back out of his arms and dove back under the water. She was swimming under the water so that she was facing up. Swimming around him, her eyes open. She kicked her feet a few times splashing him. <br><br><em>You're our light.</em> The voice echoed in her head rather abruptly as she swam around him and she came up sputtering, choking on water suddenly as she looked around. The voices had been several at once as she glanced around eyes wide. "Did you say that?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 04:21:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just because there were no rules doesn't mean you didn't cheat." he teased, though he knew that she was right. As she tried to squirm away he reluctantly let go of her so that she could swim around him. As she kicked water at him, Richard used one hand to try to shield himself, while his other hand tried to splash her back. His efforts were in vain, of course, as she was already underwater and his splashes had no effect. <br><br>He was just about dive into the water to try to pull her up, she seemed to have some sort of problem. The girl who had been the best swimmer he had ever seen suddenly faltered. Richard wasted no time closing the distance with her, terrified that her injuries had flared up and hurt her somehow. As she emerged from the water, he took her by the waist, this time not letting go of her even after she recovered her footing. "That is the second time that you have frightened me today." he said gently. Perhaps he was being a little overprotective of her, but Richard wasn't about to take any chances when it came to Aurelia's protection. <br><br>His frown deepened as she asked him if he had said something when she faltered. "I didn't say anything until you came up." Was she having some sort of flashback to her time in captivity? He had expected something like that to happen, but thinking that it had was terrifying. "What did you hear, sweetie?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 04:29:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he grabbed her she blinked up at him utterly confused. There was no way that he could have said that, his voice was just one. The voice she had heard had been many. She reached up as he held on to her and rubbed at her ears confused and bewildered looking utterly baffled as she moved closer to him. She shook her head softly. Her head leaning against his shoulder. She panted slightly. It had scared her. So much so that she just... didn't know what to do with it. It was a sound in her mind if it wasnt Richard. <br><br>She was shaking slightly as she held onto him. He closed her eyes, the words repeating over and over again in her brain she shook her head softly as he asked her what it was that she had heard. Even when she asked if he had said something she knew that it couldn't have been him because the male voices had been mixed with female. "You're our light." She repeated the words looking up at him baffled. "I heard it. Didn't you?" She asked him. <br><br>Aurelia knew he might be thinking it was something from her imprisonment her slavery but no one had ever said that to her especially the demons. "The demons never said that to me before." She said dashing away those assumptions before he could speak them. She had no idea where the words had come from a memory or something else she reached up and rubbed at her forehead. "Am I light?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 04:49:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she started to shake, Richard just held her tighter. After a moment, he started to press her head gently against his shoulder. She had been so happy&nbsp; just half an hour ago, and now she was terrified of something. She seemed to anticipate his thoughts on it being something from her captivity and dashed them. It made sense, as the demon didn't seem to be the type to call her light. <br><br>He rubbed her back a little, trying to calm her as his fingers started to play with her hair a little. He considered her question for a moment before saying, "Not literally, but I can see what whoever said it meant. You have a brightness to you, and not just the way your skin seems to absorb the sunlight. When you smile, it's like you lift a weight." Part of him wished others could see her radiance, but part of him was pleased to have that light all to himself. "So yeah, in that way, you are light." <br><br>"Maybe what you heard was a memory of before. You must have lived with other angels at some point. Maybe they said something like that to you." He knew absolutely nothing about what it would be like to live as an angel, but it was the only explanation that he could think of that made any sense. "In any case, you shouldn't let it ruin your day."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 04:57:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was clinging to him tightly, her body pressed to his in a way that might have been considered intimate given that they were both very much nude. She wrapped her arms up around his neck tightly to hold on to him. Whatever said that, it didn't sound like Angels but then, she didn't know what Angels sounded like. She buried her face against him feeling like she was suddenly being watched by something or someone. Whatever it was she didn't like it. <br><br>As he rubbed her back she slowly started to relax her body melting against his slowly. As she hand before, in that needy comforting way she lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around him again clinging to him as she tended to do, her face nuzzling his cheek. She sighed softly. "I am not light. I am me." She murmured and closed her eyes. "I am just me." She denied. She didnt know why she was so determined about that but she was. <br><br>She shrugged at his idea that it might have been something from before the demons but she just didn't know. It didn't seem like something from her past it sounded like someone talking straight into her mind. She let her lips trail along his cheek softly as she held onto him like a vice grip with arms and legs. "I will try not to." She told him as she held on to him, her heart was pounding, he would feel it as her breasts pressed with hard nipples against his chest. "Don't let me go." She whispered softly and closed her eyes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 05:06:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she wrapped her body around him and clung to him as she had before, Richard would once again feel the undeniable sense of arousal that came from being close to her. This time he was too worried about comforting her and making her feel okay about what had just happened to worry about whether such feelings were right or wrong. <br><br>She seemed so determined that she was not light that Richard didn't press the issue. He just continued to rub her back and play with her hair. He wasn't sure that playing with her hair was actually calming her, but it had an effect on her that he wanted more of. "Being you is more than enough." he assured her quietly. <br><br>"I won't let you go." he promised softly, his voice barely a whisper as he allowed his warm breath to hit her ear. He wasn't sure why this voice had upset her so much, but all he could think about was his desire to make her feel better. Before he could even think about what he was doing, he moved his lips to her shoulder and started to kiss her soft, wet skin gently. The kisses were slow and light, and he was much too caught up in the moment to feel guilty about what he was doing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 05:30:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt safer in his arms, safer then she's ever felt in her entire life, or at least for as long as she could remember. He was her heaven. It didn't matter that they had just met, she knew without a doubt that he would keep her safe and that he would not hurt her. She didn't know how she knew that but she did. She clung to him tightly her body trembling slightly. <br><br>As he stroked her back and toyed with her hair she began to calm slightly. Her eyes closing. He seemed to know how to make her feel better. She didn't know how he knew but he did. Every time she grew upset his closeness and his touch, every word he spoke calmed her like a healing balm over a sore wound. She sighed softly his words soothing her. She liked that he thought being her was enough. <br><br>When his words brushed her ear, a soft whisper, her feelings went from scared to aroused once more. Her eye lashes fluttered against her cheeks, and the sigh she released was not one of fear but one of desire. She stroked her hands along his shoulder blades slightly se he held onto her and when she felt his lips move along her shoulder her eyes opened. The feel of his mouth moving against her went skin sent a thrill of intense desire through her body. Heat spiraling through her veins and, that tingly feeling ten times more then it had been when she felt it before. The area between her legs warming and tightening as her skin grew hot to the touch. <br><br>Her hand lifted to slid against the back of his neck and over the back of his head lightly as her head tipped to the side slightly, catching her teeth between her lips as her legs around him tightened. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 05:57:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly, Richard started to realize what he was doing. Just earlier today, he had told her that she wasn't ready to be in a relationship, and here he was kissing her, desiring her. He slowly stopped kissing her, but he made no effort to to dislodge her from him, nor did he let go of his tight grip of her. The warmth of her body was having the same effect on him that his body was having on hers, and as he held her, she would feel him growing erect as he held her. <br><br>Without realizing it, his fingers were still playing with her hair. He had no idea how that touch was comforting her, but it was having an impact on her. She calmed and confused him in ways that nobody else ever had. In many ways, she was a light to him, but he wasn't going to say that based off how she had reacted to it last time. <br><br>Since he had stopped kissing her, he had to say something to her to try to help her make sense of all this. He was sending her remarkably mixed messages at the moment, and that wasn't fair. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything." he said, his voice a little louder than it had been a moment ago. "I just don't know what I want." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 06:24:55</strong>
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				While he was kissing along her shoulder she felt as if she was floating, her arms around him sliding along his wet skin as his lips slid along her own. though when he stopped she sighed, feeling suddenly bereft without the feel of his lips on her skin. She could feel his arousal, and knew he was aroused. She knew what male arousal felt like. or was like considering. And that he was aroused, didn't frighten her, it excited her. <br><br>She liked the way he played with her hair, the way he held her, the way he touched her, spoke to her. She should be scared to death being this close to anything male and yet, she knew without a doubt that he wouldn't hurt her. That if she got scared he would stop. She knew it just as certainly as she knew the sun would set tonight and rise in the morning. She leaned back to look at him once he had stopped her eyes more silver then blue as she gazed at him. <br><br>His words were louder now and she knew that he was a little confused she smiled lightly and shook her head softly. "You didn't" She told him softly and when he spoke again, saying that he didn't know what he wanted, she slid her hands around and cupped his face softly with damp hands her fingers lightly stroking his face. "Let me know when you do know?" She smiled at him her eyes glittering. "I thought arousal was something only a man could feel..." She blushed faintly. "Until I met you..." She glanced away from him not sure if she should have said that or not. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 20:22:13</strong>
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				If he stopped to think about it, he would realize just how amazing it was that she desired him at all. After everything she had endured, she should be terrified of the idea of sex. The fact that she wasn't was a sign of her strength and resilience. Unfortunately, Richard was too focused on his own conflicted emotions to think of it like that. <br><br>He smiled faintly as she asked him to tell her when he figured this out. He almost thought she had made a joke, which would have been another new side of her. As she pulled back just a little, he got another look at those magical, perfect eyes of hers. He could lose himself in those eyes if he let himself. <br><br>Richard found himself blushing as well when she mentioned arousal. "Oh yes. When done right, sex between a man and a woman is a powerful, emotional experience." He out a little sigh. "I'll tell you what, how about we take a few days to sort all this out. There is still a lot we don't know about one another. When we are both ready, if you still feel this way, we'll figure something out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 00:13:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was in a way joking but part of her wasn't. She wasn't so sure she knew how to make a joke really. She slid her hands along his shoulders softly as she remained close to him. If he thought his mind was confused and in chaos, her own was reeling. She didn't understand a thing of her own feelings because she's never felt them before. Why would she feel anything like this for a male when she spent her whole life, trapped by a male... but this particular male, she knew as if by instinct he wouldn't hurt her, and that he was special to her in ways she just couldn't yet comprehend. <br><br>A blush spread over her cheeks again as he spoke and said that sex could be such a powerful and emotional experience. He said nothing of pleasure so she still wasn't sure if there would be pleasure involved for her. She knew there was for a man but she found she didn't care if there was any for her or not. She liked the idea of him finding pleasure with her. It... made her feel good, and of course it caused her to feel aroused one more. This time at the river was turning into something she hadn't expected in the least. <br><br>"I'm not in a hurry." She told him softly and kissed his cheek lovingly. Her skin brushing against his. "Things will happen as they may, good or bad, weather we want them to or not. Time wont listen to you if it doesn't want to." She giggles softly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 00:35:53</strong>
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				It didn't occur to him that he would have to tell her about the pleasures of sex, but it should have.&nbsp; She would never have had real sex in her life, only the tortures that the demon would have her go through. Being with a human male who cared about her would be nothing like what she was used to. <br><br>He gave her a warm smile as she agreed to wait. That would take the pressure off the moment. Deep down, Richard still believed that she would find someone who could give her more of what she wanted, but in the meantime, he would he her home. <br><br>Richard gave her shoulder one more kiss. Her words about things happening the way they were supposed to sounded like something Kim would have said, but that was one of the fond memories he had of that time, something that hadn't been corrupted by Kim's fate. <br><br>After a moment, he tried to lighten the mood once more. "Ok, so I can't win a splash fight with you either, but there must be something we can do where I can have a chance." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 00:46:19</strong>
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				Aurelia had no idea that women could experience pleasure. She never has, through self pleasure or through sex. She didn't know there was such a thing as self pleasure. It just proved how innocent she was at heart deep down. How lacking in knowledge she was in such matters because of the memory she didn't have. She lightly trailed her nails down along his shoulders. <br><br>Tilting her head a bit she thought about his words pondering what he might have a chance at winning with her. "A foot race." She laughed softly. It was true, there was no way in hell she'd win a foot race against him at the moment. But she was obviously making an ironic joke. A soft giggle escaped her as she peered up at him. She bit her lip softly as her eyes glittered at him teasingly. <br><br>But then she tilted her head seriously thoughtful as she eyed him. "A sword fight too I bet, I don't know if I can do that. Im not sure if I've ever used a sword." She told him honestly. "Or any weapon." She nodded. "Aaaand.... you can eat more then me." She smirked. "You kiss better then I do." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 00:58:46</strong>
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				Richard found himself laughing warmly as she started to list off all the things that he could beat her at at the moment. It was a real laugh, a warm one, and something he hadn't experienced in a long time. <br><br>"Perhaps, but those aren't the sorts of games I had in mind. Besides, you'll be beating me in half those things before you know it." Richard was an accomplished swordsman, but running had never been a great skill of his. <br><br>He blushed a little as she mentioned kissing. "Now we don't know that one yet." For a moment, he started to lean forward so that he could show her what a proper kiss was like, but he stopped himself. He wasnt going to go back on their little deal and do anything romantic just yet. <br><br>In an effort to escape a little of the tension he felt, he asked, "Should we go back to camp and grab some food?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 10:49:52</strong>
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				The sound of his laughter made him smile brightly. She liked that she could make him laugh like that. She liked his laugh the way it warmed her heart and soul. Her hand stroked his cheek softly as she watched him. Wet hair falling into her face. She nibbled her lip softly. <br><br>She shook her head in denial. She couldnt imagine besting him with a sword one day or any of the other things. But she had no idea she even knew how to weild a sword, when really she did, her memory just was gone. That part of her life fragmented and not yet pieced together so that she could remember. She let her fingers trail down along to his chin softly, her fingertips wet from the water. <br><br>When he blushed she found herself smiling widely at him, until he started to lean toward her and then she blushed vividly waiting to see if he'd actually kiss her or not. Her heart stuttered slightly in her chest and she wanted him to, badly but when he stopped himself she found herself just a little dissapointed. Because she realized she's never kissed anyone before. She's had sex, or some version of it anyway, but the Demon had never kissed her. No one ever has. "Yet." She smiled. "Well in that, if you ever do, I can say you would be the first one to ever do so." She smiled at him softly and released him. <br><br>She uncurled her body from him and stepped back the water helping her extremly to keep her balance. At his suggestion that they go back to camp and get food she sighed. She didnt like camp, there were too many people there. But they did need to eat. She nodded her head. "Yes, we probably should. Our clothes are probably dry dry by now." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 17:33:55</strong>
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				The knowledge that she had never been kissed by anyone before made Richard wish he had gone through with it. Someone like Aurelia deserved a real kiss. Besides, he wanted to kiss her very, very badly. It was still too soon though. She needed more time to figure out what she wanted. <br><br>He let out a barely audible sigh as she pulled away from him and started to walk towards shore. He already missed that feeling of warmth that came from holding her so close. They did need to head back though. She needed to keep eating, and Richard needed to check on his men. They had gone through a lot recently. <br><br>Richard made his way behind her to shore and started to get dressed. Once they were out of the water, he stayed close to her in case she stumbled. Their clothing was indeed mostly dry, and Richard wasted little time getting dressed. <br><br>"I can't believe how much of your strength you maintained." he said after a moment. "You really are superior to a human." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 22:47:55</strong>
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				She was in no rush to be kissed, though if she was to be kissed she wanted it to be from someone that mattered to her, and right now the only one that mattered to her was him. And she knew full well that no one was going to matter to her as much as Richard did. He pulled her from the darkness, that alone made him special to her, but every second more that she spent with him, her feelings toward him grew in different ways. <br><br>Sliding onto the shore carefully she knelt there, letting her body dry for a moment. She wrung out her long raven black hair that now looked more shiny. Before when the strands seemed straight and stringy from the dirty and grime they seemed to have more volume and curl. <br><br>Glancing over at him, she watched him get dressed, a faint smile curling her lips before she used the tree for balance to grab her own clothing. She used the ties to get back into them. They were mostly white now and she didnt look nearly as much like the pathetic scrap she had when he pulled her out of the cave the day before. It was hard for Aurelia to believe it had been such a short time before. <br><br>Aurelia shook her head faintly as he spoke. "No, not superior." She denied. "Just different." She turned toward him, standing but leaning back against the tree for support. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 23:28:11</strong>
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				Despite the fact that he had seen her naked and felt her bare body against his, he tried not to stare at her as she got dressed. Her clothing left little to the imagination, but he still felt like he shouldn't give her some measure of privacy. Still, only half looking at her, he liked the way that her hair looked now that it had a bit more volume. He wanted to play with like he had before, but would have to wait until he held her as he carried her back to the camp. <br><br>Richard smiled politely as she insisted that she wasn't superior to a human being. He wasn't sure how that was possible. So far, she could swim faster, heal faster, and someday he hoped that she would be able to fly once more. That certainly seemed to be better than a human as far as Richard was concerned. <br><br>Even though she seemed to be healing well, he made a mental note to put more of the salve on her neck where the collar had been. He just didn't want her to feel pain when she didn't have to. <br><br>With his clothes back on, Richard held his arms out to pick her up and carry her back to camp. "Beyond your obvious advantages, you are amazing to me." he admitted quietly. "You have suffered through so much, but you are still standing. You are still compassionate, strong, and able to smile. I've never met someone who could do what you do."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 23:35:59</strong>
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				Truthfully, she didnt mind if he looked, part of him wanted him to. If anyone was going to see her naked, she wanted it to be him. She smiled at him lightly as he only partially looked at her while she tied the sides of her bottoms and then slid into her top. Once dressed properly, which wasn't really properly at all she waited for him watching him with silvery blue eyes. <br><br>She didn't think that she was superior to anyone in all honesty. Look what had been done to her. If she had been captured by demons so easily, then how was she so superior. Though she had no idea how or why she had been captured of course. <br><br>As he held his arms out she reached for him. Carefully lifting herself up her arms around his neck, so that he could cradle her against his chest as he had done so many yimes before. "I just live." She told him honestly. "I have a lot to smile about now anyway." She smiled to him and rested her head against his shoulder. She meant him of course as she lay her head against his shoulder. The more her hair dried the more it curled a bit, becoming a shimmering raven black with a hint of blue when the sun hit it just right, thus the raven. It was soft, silky even. She nuzzled his shoulder lightly, her skin shimmery in the sunlight now that it was properly clean. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 00:19:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard loved that they had fallen into a pattern where she could just anticipate what he was going to do. He lifted her up carefully, holding her close to him. The warmth of her body so close to his once again left him feeling good. Holding her so close once again left him yearning to kiss her, but he resisted the temptation. <br><br>"Well, you live better than anyone I've ever met." he said quietly. He was starting to learn that Aurelia wasn't just attractive physically, but her personality was one of the most attractive he had ever met. "I think part of my duty to protect you will be to protect that smile on your face." Her happiness was quickly becoming more important than his own. <br><br>Once he had a good grip on her, he started to walk the two of them back to the camp. "Aurelia, when we get back to camp, I'm going to get us something to eat when we get back, but then I have to check on my men for a little while. I lost a lot of men the other day, and the ones I have left are pretty shaken up. I need to take care of them too. I know you don't want to go out among them with me, so do you think you'll be ok in the tent for a little while?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 00:35:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a pattern one she fell in to quickly and easily with him. She wasn't even entirely sure why. He was just so easy to be with, so easy to talk to when she went so long without speaking at all. When she had been lost in darkness being abused she had been nothing and in such a short time she felt like she was worth something, even if it was something small. <br><br>She held onto him and smiled as he spoke, resting her head against him as he carried her back toward camp. She didn't really like camp and truth be told she wished they could stay out in the forest together forever without anyone else but she knew that Richard had responsibilities that she just couldn't interfere with. That was simply something she couldn't and wouldn't do. In many ways she would always view him as her Master. That was why she didn't refer to him as Richard or Master. Because she was so conflicted as to what to call him as she knew that he didn't want her calling him Master. But yet calling him that felt right. <br><br>As he explained what he needed to do when they got back to camp she nodded her head softly at him. "Yes I will be okay." She told him and slowly her face began to nuzzle into his neck as they grew closer and closer to the camp. "I don't mind being alone." She assured him. Her lips faintly brushing over his neck as he moved her toward camp and the tent he shared with her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 05:10:09</strong>
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				Richard smiled faintly as she promised him that she could handle being alone. Of course she could, she was amazingly brave and strong, in ways that she couldn't see in herself just yet. Her time as a slave had damaged her, but it hadn't destroyed her. "You might not mind being alone, but I mind leaving you alone for too long. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can." <br><br>His skin tingled with delight as she rested her lips against him. Again, he had to fight down the desire to kiss her. Everything about her just made Richard desire her, but she had a long way to go before he could indulge in that kind of a relationship with her. <br><br>While going to the river early had helped to brighten Aurelia's day, there were consequences Richard hadn't planned for. Now it was lunch time, and all of Richard's men would be out and around eating and making merry. Richard knew that Aurelia would struggle with that, so he set her down a little ways away from the camp, but kept a grip on her waist to keep her upright. He carefully coaxed her legs so that she was wrapped around him the way she had been before so that she could hide her face against his body and he could play with her hair. "I want you to just pretend that nobody else is around. It's just you and me, ok?" <br><br>It never occurred to Richard that moving her around like this would make it clear to his men that she was frightened and subservient to him, and that that could put her in danger, but as they approached camp, someone watched them, and that individual started to form a plan. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 06:14:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No one ever really wanted to be alone especially her, but she could handle being alone just fine. She smiled faintly as he said that he wouldnt leave her alone long and she nodded her head softly to him as he held onto her. Rather enjoying the closeness. It warned her from the inside out. Her wings were even beginning to feel a little bit better. Though they certainly weren't the way they were supposed to be. <br><br>Her hair seemed to dry rapidly on their walk. Her wings were dry instantly, as they were very much water proof. As he shifted her she complied moving so that her legs curled around him. She liked clinging to him like that. The way her body pressed against his. But she also knew why he was doing it. She buried her face against him as he spoke. "It's not so easy to pretend that." She murmured softly as the sounds of the camp wafted to her ears. <br><br>Oh she could forget the world if it weren't for how much noise the rest of the camp made. If Richard were distracting her other ways too she could forget easily and it would only be him in her world but... for the moment she could almost feel the eyes boring into her back as eyes landed on her curious and wanting. She didn't like being the center of attention. She didn't like people being curious it was dangerous. <br><br>She remained like that against him, trembling slightly until they reached his tent She really didnt like being around other people, or atleast in large groups anyway. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 06:35:04</strong>
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				Richard loved the way that he felt holding her like this, but he hated to feel her tremble the way that she was. Even before she spoke, he knew how hard this was for her, and he tried to walk back to their tent as quickly as he could. As they walked, his hand would one again start to play with her hair while his other hand supported her back. <br><br>As soon as they reached the tent, he closed the flap so that she would once again feel like she was alone with him. Richard set her down on their bedroll before grabbing the salve and sitting down beside her. Once he had made himself comfortable, he started to apply the medicine to her neck where the collar had been. <br><br>He wasn't sure if the medicine would hurt her, but he wanted to distract her either way. Even if she wasn't in pain, it would be good to make her forget that the others were outside, just behind a cloth wall. "Ask me something about myself that I can tell you. I've only known you for a day, there must be lots of things you want to know about me." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 06:43:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once they were behind that flap of cloth it didn't matter to her that it was a small flap that separated her from the men, she felt more comfortable because there was something because her and them. They looked at her like she was some sort of thing sent down from the gods when she knew deep down that she wasn't. She wasn't sent there for any special purpose. In fact she knew she wasn't. She just didn't know how she knew it. <br><br>As he reached for the salve she recognized it from the day before and lifted her chin slightly so he could get at her neck. The skin was still raw and broken in some places but it wasn't as bad as it was the night before. She winces as he touched a few sore spots but otherwise she seemed to handle it alright for the most part. She sighed softly biting her bottom lip. The demon had really messed her up. <br><br>When he spoke she perked a brow looking at him through long eyelashes curiously. She pondered him proposition for a moment and tilted her head to the side considering the question she might ask him for a moment. She chewed at her bottom lip a bit and then finally she spoke. "Why are you here?" She asked him finally. Wondering what act of fate brought him here into this area. "I mean in this area. What brought you and your men here. Was it the demons or was that a... accident?" Of course she didn't believe in accidents. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 06:54:15</strong>
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				Richard was impressed at how quickly she was healing. Another few days at this rate and her beauty would be unblemished. She probably wouldn't even need the salve again after this treatment, though Richard might give her one more, just to be safe. He put the bottle of medicine back in his bag as he finished treating her. <br><br>He gave a little blink of surprise as she asked her question. Richard had expected her to ask something about him or his history, not about his mission. Of course, it occurred to him that she might not know enough about human culture to know what to ask about him. In any case, the question she asked was a fair one. <br><br>"It was the demons." he confirmed. "We've always known that they claimed this region, but the king didn't consider them enough of a threat to take military action against them. We never would have, except they've been getting more bold. A few of them started raiding nearby farms and villages. I volunteered to lead this team to flush them out, but it hasn't exactly gone according to plan. I lost almost half of my men getting to this point. If there are still more of them out there, the king is going to have to either send more men or pull us back." His gaze fell a little as he added, "We had no idea that you were in that cave." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 13:03:31</strong>
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				She would not be unblemished. The demons were able to scar her. Few creatures in the world were able to leave scars on the body of an angel but demons were unfortunately one of them. There is one thing that the demon could not do however and that was, destroy her vaginal muscles. Had she been human, those muscles would literally be destroyed to the point where sexual relations with any other being would be pleasurable for either party, for obvious frictional issues. But being as she was, after a day or two, the muscles healed to the point that she was nearly a virgin again, minus her hymen of course. <br><br>When he blinked surprised by the question it wasn't a matter of not understanding human culture, though she didn't very well, and knew that he had expected her to ask some sort of question about his personal life there was something she wanted to know more. Something regarding fate. She listened to him curiously as he spoke, noting his downcast look as he said that they had no idea that she was there in the cave. <br><br>A smile curled her lips and she scooted toward him. She leaned in and nuzzled her cheek lovingly against his, a gesture of comfort, her hand lifted to stroke against his other cheek. "There's no reason to cast your gaze downward if you did not know I was there." She whispered to him. "I asked because I wanted to know how fate brought you to me." She smiled leaning back to look at him. "She is a tricky one, but it seems she lead you right to me and I am sure she had her reasons." She kissed his cheek softly before she leaned back, and slowly stroked her fingers through her hair to keep the strands from tangling as they dried. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 02:24:11</strong>
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				Richard's gaze slowly raised so that he was looking her in her perfect eyes. Had people known that she was there, he was sure there would have been a mission to save her. Of course, kings and lords would have tried to claim her as a symbol of power. She would have been free sooner, but it wouldn't have been real freedom. Perhaps it was better that it had played out this way. <br><br>"I've never really believed in fate." he admitted. "But I had only ever heard wild stories about angels until yesterday." He had seen plenty of pictures of angels, but they were just poor drawings. Clearly the artists had never seen something like Aurelia. <br><br>"I'm glad that fate brought us together." he said quietly. He felt even more protective of her than he had been before. As her hand touched his his cheek, he embraced her, hugging her gently. "I'm glad I get to keep you safe." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 07:25:27</strong>
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				Truth be told, Aurelia likely wouldn't have opened up to someone else like she has to him. She likely wouldn't be talking, she wouldn't have admitted her name. She would be curled up in a ball. Hell she'd probably be being used in a similar manner in which the demon had used her. Men could be just as cruel as demons at times sadly. <br><br>Aurelia has always believed in fate. But until now, she had thought that fate was a cruel mistress, one that placed her in the Demons hands for some unspeakable reason. But now she knew it was to get her to him in some round about way. Perhaps had she stayed where she was before the demons wherever that had been, she wouldn't have been able to meet him. <br><br>As he spoke she smiled leaning back to look at him after he had embraced her, eyes dancing with delight. "I am too." She told him honestly and leaned forward again to kiss his cheek softly. "I feel very safe with you." She admitted. And she did. She had a feeling she always would, no matter what happened. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 08:58:59</strong>
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				After a moment, he let go of his embrace of her. Richard was only now starting to understand the relationship that the two of them were forging. Desire was only a small part of it. He had found her, and somehow he believed in his soul that she was right, it had been fate. He had to believe that if fate would bring him to something as amazing as her, that it wouldn't do so unless he really could help her. Richard would never allow himself to fail her the way that he had failed Kim. <br><br>He slowly pulled himself to his feet and made his way over to the table where the supplies were. He grabbed two units of trail rations and poured two glasses of water. There wasn't much of the wine left, and Richard wanted his head 100% clear while he was on duty and they were this close to the enemy. Richard sat back down beside her and handed some of the rations and a glass of water to her. <br><br>Once they started eating, he cleared his throat. There was a question he had been meaning to ask, but he wasn't quite certain how she would react to it. Still, she seemed comfortable enough with him that he figured it was worth the risk. "What's the first memory that you have?" Richard was eager to learn everything about her early life that she remembered, but he didn't want to make her dwell on unpleasant memories. He hastily added, "If it is something bad, you don't have to talk about it." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 12:26:59</strong>
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				Aurelia smiled at him softly as he got up and started to pull together the trail rations. She knew after they ate that he would have to go and check on his men and the like. She didn't like the idea of being alone, but she knew he had other obligations he must fulfill. He was a leader after all. She pulled her knees up against her chest as she watched him. <br><br>When offered the rations and water she took them with a smile. "Thank you." She said softly. She refrained from referring to him as Master as he seemed not to like it but she still had yet to use his actual name. She sipped at the water and began to pick lightly at the rations her stomach was still weak from her imprisonment and it was going to be awhile yet before she was eating properly. <br><br>She glanced up at him and his question. Blinking at him as he asked what her first memory was. She bit her lip slightly. "The Demon." She said. "My former Master, he had tied me up and was whipping me with a barbed bull whip, after that he took my virginity, without my consent, rather violently." She said it a cold detached sort of manner. "Before that I cant remember much just fragments of things. Light, a lot of light. Some times in my head I would hear talking that I think could be memories from before the Demons. Beings talking about a weapon against the demons and how they are vulnerable to light. An ultimate weapon. A child born of a god and an angel." She shrugged her shoulders. "Could be just dreams or maybe conversations I overheard from before." <br><br>Shrugging her shoulders lightly. "I think the demons fragmented my memory. I don't know why else I would forget my whole life before they had me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 20:16:28</strong>
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				That was exactly what Richard had been afraid of. She didn't have any real memories of the life that she had lived before she had been taken. All that she knew was the pain and suffering that she had gone through as the demon's slave. That would make it harder to give her any semblance of a normal life. <br><br>Even though both of them were trying to eat, he found himself reaching out and taking her hand, squeezing it gently as she described her first memory. The idea that someone could have been this horrible to her, had hurt her like that just for it's own amusement, was absolutely disgusting to him. He wanted to reinforce the idea once more that he wouldn't let anyone else hurt her like that, but since he had already said it, he just squeezed her hand and let that serve as his reinforcement of the idea that she was safe. <br><br>"At least for humans, our positive memories are what keep us going. When things get hard, really hard, it is those positive memories that keep us going when things are at their worst. Not having those memories, I can't begin to imagine how you are coping with all of this." He felt a renewed sense of determination to give her positive memories to counter all of the negative ones that lived in her mind. <br><br>"I can't begin to imagine how you've remained this strong, this kind, without those memories to fall back on." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 03:33:10</strong>
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				Oh the memories were there, just fragmented in a vast void in the back of her mind. Like puzzle pieces that needed to be put back together again. She would eventually get them put back together again she had no doubt of that. But for now. She was without those memories save for bits and pieces she wasn't even really sure was real or not. <br><br>As he reached out to touch her hand squeezing it lightly she smiled at him. She was alright, scarred of course, and she would likely have issues the rest of her life because of what had been done to her, but she would survive and she would be happy. In fact she was happy now, sitting there in the tent with him, eating trail rations and drinking water. To her that was like a feast. She wasn't used to eating proper food, and she had no idea this was just the low end sort of food. <br><br>Tilting her head as she ate, she listened to him as he spoke and she shrugged her shoulders slightly. "I suppose I survived on faith." She managed softly. "Faith that one day I'd not be his anymore, and that I'd be out of his grasp one day. Faith that I would feel the sun on my skin though I couldn't recall what the sun felt like." She smiled. <br><br>"It's amazing how strong a person is, human, angel or otherwise when faced with darkness and terror. But I wasn't as strong as you think. If I were so strong I wouldnt have remained his slave for as long as I was. I would have slain him and gone. But... I couldn't. I was too scared." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 04:03:58</strong>
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				"That faith is something that most people would have." he said quietly. "Most people would have lost that faith long ago. "People lose faith every day, without years of torment." He was silent for a moment after that, thinking about his own past. <br><br>When he finally spoke again, he gave her a smile that wasn't completely forced. "There is nothing wrong with being scared. Any sane being would be scared if they faced what you faced." He squeezed her hand once more. "Strength isn't always overpowering your enemies. Strength is pressing on even when you can't." <br><br>The fact that he was sitting beside a real world angel had convinced Richard that fate and destiny were real things. Aurelia had a destiny, whether she knew what it was or not. Richard was starting to believe that his destiny was to help her find hers. "We won't always be out in a tent like this, you know. Eventually, we'll go back to a town and have a house to stay in." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 09:27:19</strong>
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				Aurelia didn't have faith as humans did, she didn't have faith in the gods, but rather in fate, and in the idea that someday someone might come to take her away from it all. She had faith in happiness. She wasn't sure why she didnt have faith in gods. That puzzled her as she knew instinctively that she aught to but she just didn't. She nodded her head softly, and then smiled faintly as he went on. <br><br>"Strength can be a lot of things I suppose." She responded softly pushing her food around as she tried to eat, it was still difficult for her to eat much of anything. But then with the conversation at hand and her diminished appetite from years of starvation that wasn't surprising. She did nibble at things though so she was getting the nutrients her body needed at least. And though slightly under weight for her size, she didn't look sickly. <br><br>When he mentioned town, and a house, she perked a brow. The prospect of something like that puzzled her. She knew the definition of both terms, though she had no idea how she knew but she did. The idea of it scared her and excited her at the same time. "I hope I am not so scared of people when that time comes." She murmured softly with a shy smile. "I would very much like to see a town."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 15:43:15</strong>
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				Richard noted the fact that she wasn't eating much, and while it disturbed him a little, he understood the reasoning for it. As long as she continued to get the nourishment that she needed from a few small meals a day, he had faith that she would recover from her ordeal. <br><br>Her reaction to the idea of going to a town surprised him. He had thought that she would be frightened of the people, and while that seemed to be true, she didn't seem to let it control her. "When we finally get recalled from this place, you'll get to see my home. It's warm, and its much more comfortable than any of this. You'll have a whole bed all to yourself. And the food will be much better than anything I can give you here." <br><br>He could hear the sounds of camp life outside, and it made him feel a little guilty. Richard had neglected his men for far too long. "I have to go soon." he said quietly. He wished he could take Aurelia with him so that he could keep an eye on her, but that would be cruel to make her deal with the curious eyes of his ken for so long. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 01:24:14</strong>
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				She hoped that she could one day adjust to being around people, she wanted to see a town, to talk to people other then Richard. Of course, she would rather talk to Richard then anyone else she happened to come across. He mattered most to her and she had a feeling that wasn't going to change anytime soon. Her lack of apatite had to do with many things, but mostly to do with the fact that she just couldn't eat large portions at the moment. She would work up to it eventually. <br><br>Aurelia perked a brow as he spoke of his home and smiled faintly though her smile faded slightly when he spoke of a bed all to herself. She wrinkled her nose slightly at him.&nbsp; "I was rather fond of sharing with you last night." She admitted. "But if you'd rather me sleep alone I will. When we are at your home." Though she didn't like the idea but then... she was almost literally clingy when it came to him it seemed. Perhaps he wanted his space?<br><br>She continued to nibble her food sipping at the water, at least she wasn't dehydrated anymore and that was a very good thing. She glanced up at him when he spoke and smiled nodding her head. "I know you do." She said to him. "You have responsibilities other then me. I can amuse myself in the tent. I wont make too big of a mess promise." She teased him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 04:32:24</strong>
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				Truth be told, Richard had enjoyed sharing his bed with Aurelia last night as well. Even if he tried not to look at it as something sexual, it had been nice to feel the warmth of her body pressed against him. Aurelia just brought him a sense of comfort that he couldn't really explain. "Once we get to my house, if you still feel that way, we'll figure something out." <br><br>"I'm sure that you won't make a mess." he assured her. Richard stood up and took a book out of his pack. "This is something I bought before we left. Its a book on all of the different supernatural things that are rumored to be out there. A lot of them are things that you probably don't want to think about, but there are some kind creatures in there as well." He had no idea whether Aurelia could read or not, but there were drawings for each entry, so she could hopefully keep herself busy for at least a little while. Richard gave her a kiss on the forehead before heading out to make sure that everything was going well. <br><br>Richard was gone for roughly ten minutes before the flap of the tent started to open again. "Commander, I wanted to let you know that we..." A voice that certainly didn't belong to Richard trailed off as a man poked his head into the tent and say Aurelia.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 09:54:15</strong>
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				A smile curled her lips when he said that they would figure things out when they were at his home. She liked that he was interested in keeping an open mind. Yes it was true they had only met the day before but even she couldn't deny the odd pull between them. She should be traumatized, frightened and scared, curled up in a comatose ball of choas and tears. But she wasn't and she knew that it was because of him. <br><br>A soft giggle rippled from her lips as he spoke and she nodded her head. As he offered the book she took it curiously not sure if she could read or not honestly but she took it anyway. She smiled at him. "Thank you." She told him her eyes bright as she peered up at him. Her eyes closed softly as he kissed her forehead, a shiver racing up her spine before he left. Once gone she curled up on the bedroll over top of the blankets. Laying on her stomach she opened the book and started to flip through it. Finding that she could indeed read. And in fact did so aloud in a soft whisper. Curiously reading about each 'mythical' being bad and good.<br><br>Though after that ten minutes when the flap of the tent opened she glanced up with a bright smile thinking it was Richard until she heard and saw a different man standing there. She blinked at him. Her position on the bedroll more then a little alluring looking. She swallowed hard, not sure what to say to the man looking for his commander. "He... he went to check on his men." she said in a small shaken sounding voice her vivid silvery blue eyes gigantic as she starred at the stranger frightened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 19:42:35</strong>
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				The stranger was Kyle, a footman in the army. Like the rest of the encampment out here, he had heard the rumors that an angel had been found in the cave, but he had never believed that it could be true. Yet there she was, real as could be, and amazingly beautiful. He found himself wondering of the commander knew what he had here. A real angel would be worth a fortune to the right people. This woman was the only thing that could make this hellish mission worth everything they had lost. <br><br>Kyle wasn't even listening as she said Richard wasn't here. He slowly approached her, completely oblivious to the fear in her eyes. All he could think about was how pretty she was and how valuable she could be. <br><br>He knelt down beside her and slowly reached his hand out so that he could touch her wing. "Arent you a pretty little thing? What are you doing in the commander's tent?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 00:50:54</strong>
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				Aurelia watched the man carefully her eyes on him like a hawk as if she could see the thoughts moving through his mind just by watching his eyes. The second he started to move into the tent she started to shift. She dropped the book onto the bedroll and began to sit up. Of course, that did her little good given how little she wore. She shifted moving a bit away from the man as he approached her. She didn't care how slowly he moved. She didn't know him. And she didn't like the look on his face. <br><br>She wrapped her arms around herself as she moved back away from the man a bit, and as he reached out toward her, her heart almost stopped beating. Before he could touch her wing, the wings jerked pulling in toward her back, making her whimper in pain, her eyes welling up with tears of pain as her wings jerked toward her back so rapidly. She bit her bottom lip. <br><br>His question puzzled her. But she didn't seem inclined to answer, and like before when she hadn't been talking she went right back to it. She didn't speak a word she just looked at him, with her arms curled around herself and her wings pulled in against her back while she tried to make herself seem smaller. which was probably a bad idea, considering smaller meant more vulnerable but she didn't really take that in to consideration. Raven slightly curly strands fell into her face as she hoped Richard would return any second and throw the man out, or the man would become uninterested as she refrained from speaking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 02:10:25</strong>
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				Kyle wasn't at all put off by the fact that the angel didn't speak to him. For all he knew, she was incapable of speaking. Truth be told, he didn't really care whether the girl could speak or not. All he cared about was how valuable she could be if she were given to the right people. <br><br>The way she curled in against herself only made her more attractive and vulnerable looking to Kyle. He reached out to try to touch her again, but gave a little jump back when the tent flap opened again. This time it was Richard who came in. The commander scowled as he saw Kyle so close to Aurelia. <br><br>Kyle quickly straightened up. "Sir, I was just coming to find you. I..." <br><br>"I don't need a report right now, son. Get out." His voice wasn't harsh, but it was firm. Kyle knew that Richard wasn't going to listen to anything that he had to say. <br><br>After a moment, Kyle gave a little nod and walked out of the tent. This experience had taught him that if he wanted another shot at the angel, he would have to get Richard out of the way. Next time, Kyle would be prepared. <br><br>&nbsp;As soon as he was gone, Richard knelt down beside Aurelia and opened his arms so that she could embrace him. "It's alright, sweetie. He's gone. It's just you and me now." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 02:20:42</strong>
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				Aurelia squeezed her eyes shut her heart nearly pounding out of her chest. She had no idea how to defend herself. She wanted to hit him, kick him something, but she really wasn't a creature of violence. At least, she didn't believe herself to be. The idea of acting out in violence disgusted her. She knew some had to, like Richard. But the idea of herself doing so scared her as much as the man before her. <br><br>As he reached out to touch her again the energy in the air around her started to get heavy with energy. That energy however immediately vanished the moment Richard came in to the tent. What might have happened was unknown and interrupted the second that he came in. Her eyes opened as the stranger straightened and spoke to Richard, tears started to fall from Aurelia's eyes as she shook like a leaf against the far side of the tent. <br><br>Once he was gone and Richard moved toward her she sighed softly as he knelt down. Aurelia launched herself at him. She didn't just embrace him, she damn near tackled him. If he didn't have his balance he might well fall backward. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and buried her face against his neck. "I'm sorry Master, I didn't know who he was. He came in looking for you, and he tried to touch me. I didn't let him touch me though I promise. I stayed away from him. I told him that you were checking on the men, or I tried to. It was like he couldn't hear me." It all came out in a trembling rush as she clung to him shaking. <br><br>She kissed his neck softly and nuzzled against him her arms tightening instinctively as she immediately felt safe again. "I'm yours I promise." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 02:37:36</strong>
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				Richard came close to losing his balance as Aurelia pressed herself against him. Her energy almost would have been funny if she wasn't so obviously terrified. He embraced her with one hand while the other hand pressed her head against him and played with her hair gently. "It's alright, sweetie. It's just you and me now." <br><br>Some of her words confused him. She acted like she would lose value to him if someone else touched her. Was that how the demon had treated her? Was she worried that he would send her away if someone like the soldier from a moment ago had touched her? The idea that she placed so little value on herself was disturbing to him. <br><br>"Aurelia, I don't want you to let other people touch you, but if it were to happen, I wouldn't be angry with you. You aren't important to me because nobody else touches you. You are important to me because I like you. I like your smile, I like your playfulness, and I like your warmth." He craned his neck to place a single kiss on her shoulder. "Does that make sense?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 02:46:55</strong>
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				His words calmed her, that it was just the two of them. She liked it when it was just the two of them. Of course, she knew it wouldn't always be that way, she knew she had to get used to other people but there was something off about that man, and the way that he looked at her, and was drawn to her. The way he tried to reach out and touch her. She was afraid he was going to take her away. <br><br>She tightened her hold on Richard slightly, not wanting to leave him. The mere idea shook her to her very core. She was finally with someone that she didn't want to leave. She nuzzled against his neck. <br><br>As he kissed her shoulder she leaned back finally to look at him her eyes peering at his face. She tilted her head slightly her eyes meeting his. "But I don't want anyone else to touch me but you." She told him and then blinked. Startling herself with the realization. She smiled a little and blushed slightly. "I'm sorry.... I just... I'm not used to... wanting... desiring... being allowed to..." She bowed her head a little embarrassed with herself. "It does make sense. But I would feel less of value. I would feel like I betrayed you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 03:19:48</strong>
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				Richard continued to hold her until she started to release her grip on him so that she could look him in the eyes. He let a hand leave her back so that he could brush a few loose strands of hair away from her face and brush her cheek gently. <br><br>He found himself blushing a little as she mentioned that she desired him, and how she would feel like she had betrayed him if she allowed someone else to touch him. "You are completely incapable of betraying me." he said gently. He really didn't believe that there was anything but kindness and good in Aurelia. <br><br>Richard felt a rush of conflicting emotions as he looked into Aurelia's eyes. He wanted to convince her that she wasn't his property, that it was alright for her to be feeling the emotions that she was feeling, and that she was safe in this tent, even with all of his men outside. Instead of doing any of those things, Richard found himself leaning forward to plant a quick, gentle kiss on her lips. He immediately wanted to give her another, more meaningful kiss, but he managed to resist the urge. Instead, he let his fingers move through her hair once more. "Don't underestimate your own desirability, Aurelia." he said quietly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 03:40:05</strong>
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				She closed her eyes briefly as she pushed a few loose strands of her hair from her face and touched her skin her eyes opening to look up into his. She liked looking at him, being held by him, she liked it when he toyed with her hair as he so often did. She sighed softly her body pliant in his arms as she remained there with her arms around him loosely. <br><br>As he blushed she smiled slightly. Rather enjoying the way he blushed. The fact that she wasn't the only one that blushed, made her feel a little better. When he told her that she was incapable of betraying him she smiled, not sure about that but she hoped that he was right. Her fingertips lightly toyed at the back of his neck as she looked up at him, her silvery blue eyes large as she gazed at him, the tears she'd shed were now dry on her cheeks. <br><br>When he leaned toward her she felt her heart skip more then a few beats, and then that quick and gentle brush of his lips against hers made her want to melt against him. She wished it wasn't so fast and wanted to kiss him again but she too refrained unsure as to what she aught to do. One hand shifted from around him touching her lips idly as she looked at him, a slightly starry eyed look on her face as she gazed at him blushing. His words causing her blush to deepen. "I only want one person to desire me." She told him her fingers tracing her lips as they tingled slightly from his brief kiss. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 03:54:07</strong>
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				The dried tears on her cheeks still tugged at him a bit. Even though she hadn't been harmed this time, the next time he left the tent without her, he realized that he would need to place a guard outside to make sure that nobody disturbed Aurelia. It wouldn't be easy to pick a guard who he trusted enough for such an important task, but he would find someone. <br><br>Richard gave a gentle, almost playful laugh as she said she only wanted to be desired by one man. "I don't think you are going to have much luck with that. Anywhere you go, people will find you desirable." He wanted more than anything to kiss her again, but it was too soon for that. He settled for kissing her neck a few times.<br><br>This brief time kneeling was already starting to make his knees hurt. Richard had no idea how Aurelia could spend so much time kneeling without feeling it. Her superhuman nature might be helping, or it might be the fact that she had been forced to live like this for years. Whatever it was, Richard couldn't match it. He sat down on his behind, but positioned himself so that she could climb onto his lap if she desired to remain that close to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:02:51</strong>
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				When he laughed she blinked slightly, but then smiled as he kissed her neck a few times, a warm feeling over coming her, that tingling flush over taking her. Her skin warming as it did when he was close to her and they were alone. She knew it for what it was now of course and though it embarassed her some, it didn't so much after their swim in the river. She wanted to be with Richard. It didn't matter if she didn't know other men, choosing him, or otherwise. Fate brought him to her. She was supposed to be with him. She felt it and not because of her arousal when they were close. <br><br>As he sat back she moved forward just as he guessed she moved into his lap. Not knowing how sexual the position was she actually straddled him. Her arms around him lightly. She just liked being close to him. <br><br>"Then those other people who desire me, will have to do so from a distance." She stated flatly. "I am not for them." She leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek against his softly as she had before on more then one occasion. "You saved me. It wasn't lucky, it wasn't coincidence. I don't believe in things just happening. I believe in fate." She murmured. "Just as strongly as I can feel the cord that binds. Its between us. Can you feel it. Its like a string." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:21:44</strong>
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				Richard instantly felt the sexual nature of the position that she had put herself in. That proximity to her always made him start to feel aroused, and that effect was even more pronounced now that they were becoming more open about their desires. One of his hands held her back while the other rested on her thigh. <br><br>"I've never felt much of a connection to fate." he admitted. He hadn't even really believed in it before meeting Aurelia. "I don't think that I can feel fate the way that you can. I'm not sure any human can. But I do feel a connection to you." <br><br>He moved his hand from his thigh and stroked her cheek as she nuzzled his. Part of him still felt guilty about letting this get this far so quickly, but that guilt was starting to be overpowered by a feeling that this was somehow right. "If you aren't for the other people who will find you desirable, does that mean you are for me?" he asked quietly. He knew what her answer would be, but he still felt like he wanted to hear her say it for some reason. He knew that it would feel good to hear her say it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 05:00:15</strong>
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				It wasn't until she felt the sexual tension that she realized the sexual nature of their position. She shivered a little as his hand moved to her thigh. She closed her eyes softly. She enjoyed that closeness, that comfort that she felt being in his arms. It was like nothing she could ever remember feeling before in her life. She just wanted to curl around him and stay there like that forever. <br><br>She knew that he never felt much connection to fate, he had said as much before. She knew even that he might not feel as she did when it came to certain things. But that he felt a connection to her meant more to her then he could possibly imagine. She smiled brightly at him, her silvery blue eyes glittered. Glad that he felt something at least. She felt it more profoundly of course. In her heart, and like a cord that stretched between them, tying them together like a thread. To her it was fate, meant. <br><br>As he stroked her cheek she leaned her face into his hand slightly and leaned back to look at him as he spoke. As he asked her quietly if she was for him she peered at him, a small smile curling her lips. She turned her head to kiss his hand softly and nodded her. "I think I've always been for you." She answered him honestly. "So yes. That means I am for you." She answered him honestly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 05:48:38</strong>
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				Hearing how strongly she felt about this connection between them, about how she believed she had always been meant for him, made Richard blush once more. The idea that someone this pure, this good, could be so attracted to him was just completely alien to him. He still couldn't help but feel that if she gave herself more time, she would find someone who matched her better, someone who could really make her happy. Of course, as he thought like that now, he felt a sudden rush of jealousy. <br><br>He wasn't really sure what to say, so rather than say anything, he leaned forward and kissed her once more. This kiss was just as slow and light as the first one had been, but Richard let it last a little bit longer. <br><br>As he kissed her, one hand brushed against her cheek before resting on the back of her head, holding her head against his. His other hand left her back and took hold of one of her hands, squeezing it gently. Richard could feel his desire starting to mount, but he wasn't going to completely back out of his earlier decision. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 06:05:42</strong>
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				Aurelia couldnt help but feel that way, it was just how she felt. She could feel it both within her soul and physically. Because of what he was, perhaps he could not feel it as potently as she could. But she believed it was there none the less with all of her heart. She looked up at him, her eyes glittering. She knew without a doubt that she would never find someone who matched her batter, or someone that could make her happier then he did. <br><br>When he said nothing and instead leaned in to kiss her again, he seemed to steal the breath right from her lungs, her hand curled around the back of his neck and she sighed against his mouth, her eyes closing as she kissed him back. Her head tilted slightly as she held onto him, her heart thumping rapidly in her chest. She noticed that though the kiss was gentle and slow, it lasted longer then the last. Her eyes fluttered closed and she found herself pressing closer to him. That aroused feeling growing more intense by the second. <br><br>One of her hands lifted sliding through the hair along the back of his head softly. She hardly noticed the blush on his cheeks, though her own cheeks were flushed with color as well. Her hand curled into his as he held hers. The desire mounting within him mounted just the same inside of her as she wiggled close to him, her legs wrapping around him somewhat. She's never really been kissed like this before and she relished every second of it, and felt it all through her body and deeper still. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 23:47:03</strong>
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				One have continued to hold her head against him, fingers drifting through her soft, perfect hair. His other hand instinctively moved behind her, intent on removing her revealing little top. He had just started to put a little pressure on it when he realized what he was doing and stopped himself. <br><br>He moved his head back so he could look her in the eyes. "Aurelia, if we do this, I want to do it right. I don't want to rush into things. I want to give this time to make sure it is what we both want, and give you time to come to terms with what happened to you. Just know that I desire you a great deal." <br><br>The hand that had been on her back took one of her hands and held it so it was between them. "How about I take you for a walk in the woods. It would give you a chance to recover your balance, and it would give us both time to think." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 01:19:55</strong>
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				As his hand started to slide along her back to the ties that held her top on, she for a moment held her breath certain that he had decided he wanted to undress her. She was a honestly surprised for a moment. Mostly because she thought he would have wanted to wait. Not that she minded. Though as he stopped himself, she found herself bereft slightly and looked at him, her eyes glittering. <br><br>His words made her smile and she nodded her head softly. She didn't mind the waiting. Her hands shifted and slid over his chest. She was still straddling his lap which was probably not the best position for her to be in but she was rather comfortable at the moment. "We don't have to rush anything." She agreed softly and smiled at him. "I desire you too." She told him blushing. "I've never desired anyone before." She said honestly. <br><br>As the hand on her back shifted to hold her hands between them she leaned back properly she stroked her fingers along his and smiled. There was a light in her eyes as her legs wiggled against him slightly. "If you would like." She agreed softly. "It might help with my balance. The strength is there, I just have trouble staying balanced." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 02:40:21</strong>
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				He had worried that his answer would offend her, but Richard was starting to realize that Aurelia was a hard woman to offend. The realization made him like her even more than he already had, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.&nbsp; <br><br>"It would be a good idea to work on that balance when we can. You never know when we will find ourselves in a situation where I can't carry you." He gave her cheek a gentle kiss. "Of course, nothing will actually stop me from carrying you. I love the feeling of your weight in my arms." <br><br>He pulled away from her so that he could get to his feet, then held his arms out to help her stand. He would leave it to her how she wanted to be carried out of the camp. As he lifted her, he found himself curious about something. "Do you still look at me as your master? Am I just an owner to you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 03:01:07</strong>
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				His answer did not offend her. Little did offend Aurelia. Oh she could be taken aback by things, she could misunderstand things and be upset by them. But what he said to her, she understood them for how he meant the words and wasn't upset by it. He didn't say that he didn't want to be with her. And even if he said such a thing though it would hurt her, she wouldn't be offended. Just hurt. And still even the hurt wouldn't be his fault but the fault of her own feelings. <br><br>She nodded her head softly as he said it would be a good idea to work on her balance. She agreed of course he couldn't carry her around forever, and she blushed softly as he kissed her cheek and spoke again. She laughed softly. "Well you cannot always carry me around. Without exersize I might get gigantic and huge, and then you really wouldnt be able to carry me at all." She laughed teasingly. Though in reality she wasnt sure she could get large even if she sat and ate all day without doing a thing. Angels were simply built a little different. <br><br>As he held his arms out for her to stand she reached out and took them standing up carefully. Her legs wobbled a bit at first just from her balance issues but she was soon standing with a smile as she gazed up at him. Holding on to him to keep her balance. "I would like to walk out, if I can... I need to get used to seeing them... I'm afraid but I can't always be afraid. And I need to learn to keep my balance." She murmured softly, but stopped short at his question peering up at him. At his question she tilted her head. "I still view you as my Master yes. But you are not just an owner to me." She frowned trying to explain it to him. "The demon I wanted away from. I never wanted him. Had I been able I would have ended my life to escape him. You on the other hand... I choose to submit to. Not because I have to, not because I am forced to, and not because of a rule. But because I want to, and because there is goodness in your heart. You are a leader, a good one. And from what I know of you thus far a man who deserves something that isn't going to go away or betray him. I will do neither of those things if I can help it and always fight to stay by your side, even if it means I have to be violent, I don't like being violent."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 03:25:53</strong>
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				Richard was both proud and a touch disappointed as Aurelia stood up without needing to be carried. "I don't need to carry you around all the time." he explained. "I just don't want to lose that sensation of holding you like that." He wasn't sure how to explain it, but he felt like carrying her made him important, even if only to her.<br><br>Her explaination made sense, but it also left him feeling a little uncomfortable. At least she wasn't his because he had killed the demon. Wasn't what she was describing the kind of commitment that a married couple made? They gave themselves to one another freely. He wasn't sure this was the same thing, but he tried to cling to the idea. <br><br>"A master is someone who has control of your body and your actions. When a human ties his or her soul to another person, we don't call that person a master. They are a soulmate, a spouse. You are a long ways from being able to make that kind of commitment to someone though, sweetie." On some level, Richard was already starting to hope that when she found that kind of connection, it was with him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 03:34:13</strong>
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				A smile curled her lips as he spoke at first and she grinned at him, eyes sparkling. "I'm sure you will carry me plenty still. And hold me in your arms." She assured him softly. Especially at night. She intended to sleep in his arms, or at least she hoped that's where she would be sleeping. If not she'd be terribly disappointed but she wouldn't push the issue of course. <br><br>Finally standing comfortably she sighed. Her legs weren't really that tired and their time at the river had actually helped her a great deal. She stretched her legs under her slightly and then glanced up at him slightly as he spoke, her head tilting a bit as she looked up at him. She tilted her head. <br><br>"A Master is also someone you trust, respect, and love." She told him honestly. "That you can give your body heart and soul to." She smiled at him. "It is like a soulmate or a spouse, or even a wife but maybe deeper..." She bit her lip lightly. "But if you do not think I am ready for such things then perhaps... I am not." She murmured softly. But she knew what she was ready for and what she wasn't. She didn't however know what he was ready for and what he wasn't. Humans and Angels were very different after all. "How long can we walk for?" She changed the subject, not wanting him to worry over things like that at the moment. "I know you have obligations here." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 03:55:46</strong>
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				Richard wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms. He hadn't really considered their sleeping arrangement for tonight, but the one from last night had been amazing. The idea of holding her in his arms tonight left him feeling good in a way that he hadnt in a very long time. <br><br>He frowned a little as she started to relent, thinking that perhaps she wasn't ready for the type of commitment she was talking about. "Aurelia, I don't mean to imply you aren't ready. I'm not trying to treat you like a child." He gave a little smile. "For all I know, you are twice my age. It's just...you are special, and you were locked away for a very long time. I'm just trying to look out for you." <br><br>Her words made him think for a moment. She was talking about love and giving her soul to someone. Did she feel that way about him already? The idea both frightened and excited him. He was about to tell her everything that had happened in his life when she changed the subject. <br><br>"An hour or so. Then I have work to get back to." he said gently as he led her out of the tent. Now that lunch was over, there weren't as many people around, but there were still soldiers standing around, looking at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 04:21:06</strong>
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				Aurelia knew he was trying to look out for her, that he was trying to keep her from making a mistake that she would regret but truth told, she had already made her choice as to who she wanted to be with. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to love him. She knew that they had to take more time. Knew that it wasn't going to happen right away. She would wait. But she had no doubts as to who she wanted. As if it were simply fated. For her it was. <br><br>She giggled softly though when he said that she might be twice his age. And she leaned up on her tip toes holding onto his arm to kiss his cheek. "I'm not offended. You've no reason to explain yourself, I'm... glad that I have someone looking out for me." She admitted softly. "And I think I might be more then twice your age." She teased him with a light wink. <br><br>As he told her how long they had before he had to get back to work she nodded her head softly. "Then I will enjoy every moment." She told him before she held his arm moving out of the tent with him. She paused briefly. Scared of the men as she stepped out and those looking at her. Until now most of them hadn't seen her face. She took a step back like she might go back into the tent but she stopped herself. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard, glancing up at him. She smiled faintly and would step forward with him. Looking back at those who looked at her. Trying to show she wasn't afraid of them even though deep down she was terrified. He'd feel her hands on his arm shaking. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 04:40:42</strong>
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				"I do have a reason to explain myself." he said gently. "That is what equals do when they make a decision. I dont want to dictate your life to you. I want us to make decisions together." He now knew that she understood the nature of their relationship much better than he had first thought, so he didn't press the issue. <br><br>Once they were outside, Richard put an arm around her waist as she was looked like she was going to back up. He let go, taking her hand instead as she started to move forward again. "They won't hurt you." he whispered as they walked. He didn't want her to trust strangers too much, but he didn't want her to live in fear either. <br><br>As they walked, he wondered about how old she really was. If she was double his age, how long had she been a captive of the demon? The idea that she had suffered his entire lifetime left him depressed and all the more eager to give her some happy memories to keep her going. <br><br>"Did you figure out anything you want to know about me?" he asked, hoping to make the most of this time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 04:55:20</strong>
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				Really she was more then twice his age. She had been a captive of the demons for a couple of centuries and she didnt event know how long she had been alive where she had been before. Because she didn't know where she had been before, or anything else about it really. <br><br>There really was no way that she was going to be comfortable with strangers. He didn't have to worry about that. She would always be wary with those she didn't know. Why she was so comfortable with him was unknown. As she said it was an act of fate that made her the way she was with him. She held onto his hand as she walked stumbling occasionally as she moved along next to him. <br><br>As they moved toward the forest, she smiled, glad to get away from the eyes that watched her. She didn't like it when people watched her like that. Already, Richard was making new memories for her, things that made her forget about the hell she had been in for so long. How he did it she really didn't know but he did. <br><br>Looking up at him she smiled softly chewing at her bottom lip. "What were you like, when you were a young boy?" She asked him curiously. "I don't remember my childhood." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 05:44:36</strong>
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				It didn't take them long to leave the line of sight of the soldiers at the camp. Before long, they were ay the treeline where she had seen the wolf the day before. This time, Richard had brought his new sword, in case anything unexpected happen. <br><br>Her question brought a smile to his face. "My parents used to say that I was a holy terror. Even as a child, I wanted to be a knight. I used to wander into the woods to explore without telling anyone where I was going, get into fights to try to defend the innocent, and injure all sorts of ways while practicing my fighting skills. It wasn't something that I grew out of either. By the time I turned 17, my parents were desperate to try to calm me down." <br><br>The idea that she couldn't remember her own childhood or her parents was depressing to him, but he tried not to dwell on it. He also found himself wondering what she would have been like as a child. Probably much more mellow than he had been. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 06:07:31</strong>
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				She was much happier when they reached the forest, her hand curling into his. The more that they walked the more she was able to stand more easily on her own two feet. She held onto his hand with only one of hers. Though sometimes she hand to grip his hand with both hands. She was starting to regain her balance once more, re learn how to balance. She was rather glad for that, at least she'd be able to go out here and, take care of natures call without help now. <br><br>As he spoke of his childhood a smile curled her lips. She looked up at him, her eyes glittering at him. She giggled as he told her about how he was some 'holy terror' wanting to be a knight even as a child and how he seemed to stay that way even until he was a young adult. "Mm, I see, one day you will no doubt be cursed with children just like you were." she teased him softly. "They will run you ragged with worry." She smiled teasingly as she walked along. <br><br>"I wish I could remember what I was like." She mused out loud. Trying to remember. She shook her head softly. "I just cant." She sighed softly. "I used to imagine that I had a loving mother and father, and that I was an adventurous child. That I would play the princess and pretend, but I would help prince or knight save me." She smiled up at him. "Or maybe I was a quiet child that liked to paint and sing." She shrugged her shoulders slightly. Not knowing that in reality she had been a rather tortured child, forced in to battle arena's. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 06:43:06</strong>
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				Richard was still amazed at how quickly Aurelia was recovering from all of this. He had thought that it would take weeks for her to be able to walk like this. If her wings continued to heal the way the physician wanted, he wondered how long it would be before she could start to fly. <br><br>He grinned as she started to go over the different options for what she could have been like as a child. He could see any of them matching her current personality, but it was the first one was the one who made him grin. "I could see you as a princess. And I like a damsel in distress who overpowers her attacker." He stopped walking so that he could brush her cheek. "Of course, I also like being the one to rescue a damsel." For the first time, he found himself wondering what it would be like to tie Aurelia up if they made love. Would she like it? The idea excited him more than he would have liked. Hopefully she didn't notice, though she had proven to be astute so far. <br><br>When she mentioned the idea of his children, Richard laughed gently. His parents had often had the same thought. Richard loved the idea of adventurous children, children he could teach to fight with sticks and live by the knight's code. Even as he was thinking that, her comment made him curious. "And what kind of a mother would my adventurous children have?" He was curious if she was that set on being with him that she was imagining their possible future. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 06:54:38</strong>
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				Her wings were delicate things, they would take a long time to heal. Her legs had not been damaged, she had just literally forgotten how to walk so to speak. So re learning as an adult, knowing the concept of walking and just lacking the balance and at the beginning the strength and energy was a simple enough task, her wings were going to take her longer, and re learning to fly was going to be difficult. Especially given that he couldn't exactly teach her to do that. <br><br>She smiled at him brightly as he spoke, her eyes peering up at him as they walked along "You did rescue a damsel." She teased him, bumping his arm with hers teasingly. She was no princess of course but she had been technically and damsel in distress. A lot of distress and for a long time, and he had pulled her out of that darkness. She could never thank him enough for what he had done for her. Though she hoped he knew that her desire to stay with him and her desire to be with him was not solely based on that fact. <br><br>At his question she tipped her head slightly pondering it a moment. She wanted the mother of his children to one day be her but truthfully she wasn't sure if that was possible. "She would have to be adventurous." She replied, "To keep up of course." She teased. "Strong too no doubt. Creative to keep them busy, smart, to teach them." She giggled. "She might have wings too but I will be truthful we are different species so I'm not entirely sure that's possible." She blushed. "I've never heard of such a thing but then again, my memory isn't the best at the moment." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 18:43:57</strong>
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				Richard stopped walking so that he could brush her cheek. He put his hands on her hips as he said, "I did rescue a damsel, an especially beautiful one." Again, he found himself having fantasies about her. They ranged from just slow, passionate love making to more elaborate games, some involving rope and things that Richard had never tried before. He couldn't help but wonder if Aurelia would trust him enough to let him try such things. He wouldn't blame her if she didn't, given her history. <br><br>Under any other conditions, Richard would have been alarmed that a woman he had known for a day wanted to have his children, but with Aurelia, it gave him a slight blush. While he couldnt feel it as strongly as she could, he could tell they were connected somehow. The idea that fate wanted them together gave much of the suffering in his life purpose. <br><br>Like her, he didnt really believe that the two of them could have kids. She was an angel and he was a man. He still couldn't help but think that Aurelia would be a good mother though. <br><br>Even though they had come out here to walk, Richard sat down next to a tree and let out a deep breath. "Take a seat." he said gently. "If you feel this way about me, there are a few things that I should tell you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 22:35:35</strong>
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				Aurelia was just talking, it wasn't like she knew any better. She spoke her desires out loud. It didn't seem to matter to her weather it was a day or ten years that she had known him. She just spoke how she felt and that was that. She didn't understand how courting and relationships worked, how slow they should be taken for cautions sake. That didn't make since to her because she could feel the interweaving of fate. Why take things slowly when she already knew that some things were supposed to happen regardless of how slow or fast it happened. <br><br>Though she was moving slower, simply because he wanted to of course. But that didn't stop her thought process from moving ahead, or her mouth from saying the things that popped in to her mind. She smiled at him softly. As they walked along. She didn't believe children were a possibility but imagining them was rather fun at least. She didn't mind imagining. <br><br>When he stopped her she looked up at him curiously then down as he sat next to the tree. When he took a deep breath, she tilted her head gazing at him. When he told her to take a seat she gingerly sat down beside him in the soft grass and leaves. She curled her legs under her and tilted her head slightly. "What is it?" She asked him wondering what it is he wanted to tell her. She was curious of course, as it seemed it was very important to him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 22:53:31</strong>
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				If she was going to desire him like this, to the point that she was starting to think about their possible future, she needed to know a bit more about him. This was a subject that he had never really talked about, but he felt comfortable enough around her to speak about it. <br><br>"Remember how I told you that my patents were desperate to find a way to get me to control my more adventurous nature by the time I turned 17? The way they came up with was to arrange a marriage between myself and a young woman named Kim. Kim's parents were sickly, and they wanted someone to care for their daughter when they were gone. My family wanted the prestige of being connected to hers. Without her connections, I might never have become a knight. I certainly wouldn't be where I am now." <br><br>He smiled faintly. "For the first few weeks, we absolutely hated each other. We hated that we had been forced to wed, so we made a little game to see who could make the other one more miserable. The thing is, after a few weeks, we were both enjoying the game, enjoying competiting with one another. Not long after that, we actually fell in love." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 02:55:29</strong>
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				Aurelia shifted next to him in the grass as he started to tell his story, nodding as he asked if she remembered how his parents were desperate to find a way to get control of him. Though she didn't see a need to get control of him. He just seemed to be the adventerous sort. That wasnt really a bad thing unless he tended to get himself hurt or in trouble alot. Then she could see where it might be a problem his parents might be concerned over. <br><br>She listened though as he spoke of his wife, her head tilted slightly. That it was an arranged marriage baffled her. She couldnt imagine being forced into such a thing but then again she had been forced into slavery herself. That had not turned out so well for her however. She smiled faintly though when he said it became more of a game between them, one in which caused them to fall in love. <br><br>She wondered what it felt like. To fall completely and utterly in love with someone. She knew she was headed in that direction with Richard, and she could easily lose her heart to him, fall in love with him. Part of her was frightened of the thought, another part of her wanted it. She was frightened because she wasn't sure that Richard could love her back as deeply, because of the things he was telling her now, having loved before, and given that he was no longer married... lost. "What happened to your wife?" She asked him finally. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 03:17:47</strong>
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				It had been a long time since he had even allowed himself to even think about Kim. It had been several years, but even talking about her with Aurelia was painful. Still, she deserved to know, and he couldn't exactly stop telling the story now. "Things were good for a little while. I went about my training to be a knight and she played her political game to add to the power of her house, our house. We didn't have a lot of time for one another, but we made the most of it." <br><br>"When I completed my training, my commander selected me as one of several knights who would go with him on a mission. I was so honored. It was a chance to prove that I had learned everything that I needed, and get the prestige that I would need to get the really glorious assignments. I expected Kim to be happy for me, but when I told her that I would be leaving for a little while, she asked me to stay with her. She said that she had a feeling that something was going to happen. I told her that she was being absurd, that this would be good for us. She finally wished me luck, and then I was gone." <br><br>"The mission went flawlessly. I impressed my superiors and the king took a special interest in me. I rushed home, so eager to tell Kim that she had been wrong and nothing had happened. When I got there, she was gone. She had taken ill shortly after I left. It took a day for someone to notice and send a physician to check on her, and by then there was nothing that could be done. She died alone while I was pretending to be a hero." <br><br>His eyes started to water as he turned his gaze to the ground. "I didn't find out until later that she had been with child. She was going to surprise me when I got back." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:19:22</strong>
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				As he told her, about what had happened to his wife, she could see why he might think that it was his fault. Why he might blame himself as he seemed to hint at before. Her shoulders slumped especially as she saw the glossy watery look in his eyes. A frown creasing her brow as she looked at him. She swallowed hard as she processed what he'd told her. She didn't think he'd done wrong. He was trying to do what was best for himself, and for his wife. <br><br>Aurelia felt a sudden wash of guilt hit her hard. There she was talking of love, romance, marriage, and children, and he had many of those things, and nearly children as well, and it had all been taken out from under him in an instant. If she'd known he'd gone through such things she'd have kept her mouth shut to keep him from hurting. Now she just... felt horrible. <br><br>Scooting toward him she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled him close her hand petting along the back of his head lightly in an attempt to comfort him, as she couldnt imagine it was something all that easy for her to tell him. She couldnt imagine was it would be like to lose someone you love so much. She didn't want to imagine it. "I'm sorry." She murmured to him softly. "I imagine you think it's your fault. Given how you spoke before." She said softly. "But even had you been there... things may have gone just the same." she tried to help with his guilt at least a little. "I'm sorry that I spoke so freely before, I didn't know about.... what happened, I hope I didn't hurt you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:30:09</strong>
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				As she moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him, Richard wasted little time embracing her. He had thought that he would be stronger than this, better prepared to deal with the emotions that came with the memory, but clearly that wasn't the case. In some ways, it still hurt as much as it had the day it had happened. Something about having Aurelia there beside him made it all more manageable though. <br><br>"It is my fault." he replied, his voice quiet but determined. He had had this argument with himself a thousand times, and the same side always won. "My wife went for a day without getting the medical attention that she needed because I was attending to my duties." His voice had a defeated tone to it as he said, "Maybe she still would have died if I had been there, but she wouldn't have been alone." <br><br>He tried to force a smile as she apologized to him, but his eyes showed just how false it was. "You don't have anything to be sorry about. You had no idea what had happened. You are the only person in a hundred miles who has any idea. It was just that with all of your talk about destiny and a future, I thought that you should know that I'm not exactly family material."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:45:21</strong>
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				Aurelia sighed softly as he seemed determined to place himself at blame for his wife's death, when it wasn't his fault. He didn't know she was going to get sick. How could he know that? She may have been alone at the end but that was not his fault because he didn't know she was going to die. She shook her head softly closing her eyes slightly. <br><br>"You couldnt have known." She argued. "Do you really think that she would want you to blame yourself for her death, or for her dying alone?" She asked him looking upat him curiously. "Given the way you speak of her, I think not, because neither is your fault. You are sad and want to place blame and you are doing so upon yourself. When you shouldn't be." She kissed his cheek softly. But said no more on that subject. She said what she believed. <br><br>As he said that he was not exactly family material she looked up at him utterly puzzled. "How is an honorable man, a good man not family material?" She asked him. "Put aside the fact that you and I likely could never have children. Your noble, honorable, intelligent, and pulled me straight from the gates of hell itself. Yet you don't think you would make a good husband or father?" She perked a brow at him. "I think we might be having our first disagreement." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:58:11</strong>
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				She was right on that count, and Richard had often found himself thinking that Kim wouldn't want him to feel this kind of guilt if she were still alive. The argument he always came up with to counter that was that Kim would have wanted to be alive, and she might have been if Richard had actually been there. <br><br>His smile became a bit more genuine as she seemed so determined to protect his honor, even from himself. The idea that a being like Aurelia, someone who seemed to be pure good as far as Richard could tell, would think so highly of him gave him a warm feeling that he never expected he would feel again. He gave her back a little rub at the words, even though he couldn't quite bring himself to believe them. <br><br>"I'm not as honorable as you make me sound." he said quietly. "I'm dedicated to my duty, but I'm struggling to keep my focus on my mission." He let out a deep breath. "You are an innocent, Aurelia, someone who deserves time to find her place in the world without being taken advantage of, but I've found myself having fantasies about you that are quite sexual in nature." He couldn't believe that he had let his guard down enough to say that. Now that he had said it, it was easier to keep going. "Ever since you mentioned being a damsel in distress, I've been thinking about what it would be like to tie you down so that I could do whatever I wanted to you, feel your body at my leisure." He blushed at his own words and went silent there. It was just too easy to be totally honest with Aurelia. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 05:12:27</strong>
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				Aurelia could tell that it wasn't going to be that easy to convince him that he was a good and honorable man. She would just have to show him, over time of course. She truely believed that he was. He may not see it of course but she did. She didn't know how she saw it. Perhaps it was within her Angelic abilities to do so but she saw it none the less. She smiled though when he stroked along her back, enjoying the feeling of his hand against her skin. <br><br>When he spoke she shook her head softly. He was honorable, but as he went on she tilted her head to the side curiously. She was far from innocent in her opinion. She was no virgin, though not by choice of course, she knew what sex was, or rape anyway though she didn't know pleasure by any means, she did however know lust, at least since she has met him. As he said that he had, fantasies about her, her eyesbrows lifted. <br><br>As he went on to describe his fantasies she had to admit she was rather surprised by them. She wasn't put off by them just surprised. She felt a blush creep up her own cheeks but she didn't seem frightened by what he said. There was a very big difference between him and the Demon. She knew that when the demon tied her down she was bound for pain and agony. And she knew if Richard did it, it was very likely to be much different. She just wasn't sure how it would be different yet. "Do you worry that it frighten me?" She asked him curiously. "It doesn't you know." She answered him before he could respond. "It should, but... your not the demon. I don't think you will hurt me as he did, and I believe that if I asked you to untie me, you would." She nibbled her lip softly. "At least you knew what arousal was." She giggled. "I didn't realize what it was until it dawned on me earlier today. I had never felt aroused until.... you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 05:25:27</strong>
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				He had indeed expected the knowledge of his fantasies to frighten her. They should have. She had been a captive for generations. The idea that a man could tie her down for the purpose of having sex with her should be terrifying to her. He suspected that if another man had made the same comment, she would indeed be terrified. She just seemed to trust him completely. <br><br>Richard took her hands and held them in front of her as if they were bound. "I wouldn't hurt you, and I would untie you if you asked." He struggled for a moment to figure out how to explain this so that it wouldn't sound crazy. "There can be a great deal of pleasure involved in putting yourself completely at the mercy of another, if you know they aren't going to hurt you. They can kiss you however they want and touch you however you want, and you just have to lay there and let them. If done right, it can be very safe and very enjoyable for both people." <br><br>He smiled gently as she started talking about arousal, then blushed when she focused the thought on him. "Now that you are free, I think you are going to learn a lot about yourself in the next few days." His expression became more serious as he thought about everything she had said today. "You really are ready to commit yourself to me, aren't you? You are completely sure that fate has brought us together somehow." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 05:40:00</strong>
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				As he took her hands she glanced down at them curiously and then back up at him. She didn't think that he would hurt her and she knew&nbsp; he'd untie her if she asked him to, if she got too scared. Though the idea that there could be pleasure in it for her just baffled her. She didn't know what pleasure was sexually. She had always thought it was more for the male not the female. She wanted to please him. She wasnt terrified of the idea, truthfully, Had another man made the suggestion however, she would have been. <br><br>"Both people." She repeated the words as if they were somehow foreign to her she blinked at him slightly looking confused for a moment. But she shook it off. <br><br>As he went on she smiled at him, silvery blue eyes gleaming slightly. "Yes." She answered him truthfully. "I've already told you as much." She said. "Fate never lies, she may have a twisted sense of humor, a strange way of going about things, but she has a plan and a reason for what she does. If I wasn't sure, if I didn't know, why would I trust you?" She asked him simply. "Why would I put myself into your hands so quickly?" She lifted his hands and leaned down to nuzzle his. "I just know." She told him softly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 06:08:19</strong>
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				"Both people." he confirmed with a smile. He took a moment to try to think of a way to explain it, then said, "Think about what it feels like when we kiss. If you feel anything like I do when that happens, it is very exciting, and very, very good. When a man and a woman who care about one another are together, it feels better than that. Much better." <br><br>He couldn't help but grin as Aurelia explained how fate worked, and how she could just be so certain that they were meant to be with one another. She said it with such conviction that it was hard not to believe her. Besides, wasn't he feeling exactly what she was describing? he felt safe with her, could tell her things that he hadn't told his best friends over the last few years. And the desire that he was feeling for her went beyond simple sexual attraction. <br><br>"I'm starting to know it too." he admitted quietly. As if to prove it, he leaned in and kissed her lips softly, slowly. The kiss filled him with that familiar rush of warmth that he was coming to love and need so much. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 06:35:07</strong>
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				What he described was something that she couldn't easily grasp. The concept of her feeling pleasure in a sexual act though appealing, was just foreign to her. Not an unpleasant though for sure, just, odd. She never associated sex with pleasure. Certainly she had the desire for it. She thought that the desire for it was connected to the desire to please him, not find pleasure herself. Could she be wrong in that assumption? Was her arousal because she wanted to feel pleasure? <br><br>It was obvious that she was mulling it over in her mind, the idea so unreal to her that it was just one of those things that without experiencing it she would have trouble grasping it. She hadn't even experienced self pleasure. She had no idea there was such a thing as Masturbation. Given her lack of memory and her imprisonment how was she to know especially when she didnt know she could experience pleasure herself. <br><br>When he said he was starting to know too she smiled, and as he leaned in and his lips touched hers she sighed, that soft content sigh as she felt that warmth move through her, that tingling flush that rushed through her body like a tidal wave. Her eyes fluttered lightly and fell closed as she returned his kiss, her head tilting just slightly out of instinct at the pressure of his mouth, as her body scooted closer to his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 16:30:15</strong>
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				He could tell that Aurelia didn't really understand what he was saying. It wasn't hard to imagine why, considering she had spent years suffering through sexual acts that had nothing to do with her pleasure. For the first time, Richard started to doubt that he was doing her any favors by not moving forward the way that they both clearly wanted. She deserved to know what these things felt like. <br><br>The kiss only amplified that desire to show her what it would feel like to be loved. He instinctively let go of her hands and put his hands on her waist, holding her close as he let the kiss deepen a bit. <br><br>By the time that the kiss ended, Richard felt like the breath had been sucked out of him. His heart rate was picking up, and he could feel desire starting to burn within him. He let out a deep breath. As comfortable as he was with Aurelia, this was a big step. "If you want, when I get back from my duties tonight, I could show you what I mean." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 20:15:32</strong>
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				Other then the few shorter kisses he had offered her before she had never been kissed properly before. So this kiss was more potent, deeper and more intense then any she had felt before. She whimpered against his lips softly as his hands moved to her waist to hold her close and kiss her deeply. Her own lips moving a bit more feverishly against his. There was no doubt that given the chance. Aurelia could be a very passionate being. By nature she already was. But sexually passionate, had yet to be tested. <br><br>When that kiss ended her lips tingled and her heart was fluttering against her chest like a butterfly beating its wings against her rib cage. She blinked up at him. Stark desire in her eyes as they seemed to have turned to liquid pools of starry silver as she gazed at him. She bit her lip softly, her breath coming out in little panting breaths. If a kiss from him could feel like that, that deep and potent she had to wonder how right he was about other things. <br><br>"Yes." She said to him. Her voice shaking slightly as he spoke. "I want you to show me." She blushed slightly, but her eyes never wavered from his. "If the feel of your hands on my skin, and your body against mine is anything like your kiss... I don't know if I will ever want you to stop." She managed in a somewhat dreamy tone as she looked at him in a state of awed shock. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 20:44:44</strong>
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				Just from the look in her eyes, as well as how he felt when he kissed her, Richard was ready to show her everything that he possibly could right now. Unfortunately, he hadn't forgotten about his duties back at camp. He would need to start heading back shortly so that he wouldn't feel like he was neglecting his men. <br><br>He kept his grip on her waist as he starred into her eyes for a moment. "Alright, tonight it is." he said gently. He stroked her cheek for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her warm skin and the way her hair tickled the back of his hand. <br><br>"I want to carry you back to camp." Richard said gently. "I'm sure that you could walk there, but I want to feel your weight in my arms right now. We can work on your balance more later." Even though he really wanted this, he tried to make it clear that this was a request, not an order.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 20:59:14</strong>
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				Aurelia wished for just a moment that it was really just the two of them out there. That there was no army of men, even if it was a slightly diminished army considering the losses they took. She was sorry for those losses but she still did wish it was only the two of them. No one else, no obligations, no duties. Nothing but them. Then there would be nothing to stop them from doing anything they wanted, nothing for her to be afraid of. Though she was determined to get over those fears. <br><br>She loved the way he kept his grip on her even after the kiss had ended the way he touched her. It seemed protective and almost in its own way possessive. Or at least she thought so. And some part of her, a big part of her wanted him to be possessive of her. She smiled at him and nodded her head. "Tonight." She agreed softly. <br><br>As he told her he wanted to carry her back to camp she smiled at him brightly. She knew he liked to carry her, and it didn't bother her in the least. She knew that she would have her balance back in no time, and the feel of being in his arms was a good one. One she wouldn't give up for the world. She lifted her arms curling them around him as she smiled at him. "Then carry me." She told him and smiled. This time she leaned in toward him, her lips brushing his. "I find my favorite place is in your arms." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 21:19:36</strong>
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				Richard was starting to realize that he was feeling a little possessive of her. From the moment he saw her, he had considered her his responsibility. Now he was starting to see her as just his. He still didn't want to be her master, but he couldn't help the way she made him feel. <br><br>He grinned as she mentioned how his arms were her favorite place. "Well, we'll have to arrange for many more visits for you." He scooped her up in his arms and started to walk them back to camp. It was a huge relief that she liked this as much as he did. <br><br>As he walked towards the camp, it occured to him that other people would eventually want to meet her. The king himself would want to talk to her when the army returned. He considered warning her about this, but didn't want to ruin their current good mood. He bent his head down to kiss her forehead as they walked. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 21:27:33</strong>
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				Aurelia wasn't thinking about Kings and things. She wasn't thinking about what going back to his life might mean for her, or that people might want to meet her. At the moment all she was thinking about was the warmth of his arms and how it felt to be cradled within them, the heat of his skin seeping into hers and her head resting against him softly. His words making her giggle lightly. <br><br>She nibbled her lip feeling rather nervous about the night to come. Mostly because she really didn't know what to expect from it. No idea if she would please him, or if what he said would be what she felt. Because she was so different then a human what if things turned out differently. She hoped things didn't. When he kissed her forehead though her worried just seemed to vanish and she could think of nothing but his warmth. <br><br>"You make me forget everything bad in the world." She smiled brightly. Closing her eyes as she lay her head against him yawning softly, somewhat sleepily. It wasn't late by any means likely only afternoon but she was still tired from her ordeal. "I don't know how but centuries of bad things just go away when you'r with me. I think you have more magic in you then I do." She spoke playfully, and because her eyes were closed she wouldnt even notice when they came into camp. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 06:12:50</strong>
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				Her words made him feel like he was the single most important being on the planet. Aurelia had suffered so terribly over the years, and if he could make her forget about that, even for a minute, that was exactly what he was going to do. "Good. You deserve some peace. I plan to see to it that you get more peace than you know what to do with. <br><br>With her eyes shut, Aurelia wouldn't see that they had returned to the camp. The men had gotten used to her enough that they no longer spoke in whispers when they saw her, but they still turned their eyes to look at the angel as she passed. Richard forced himself to maintain his same pace, not wanting to alert Aurelia to where they were. Still, he felt a measure of relief when they were alone in the tent once more. <br><br>He sat down in the corner of the tent so that she was sitting across his lap. Richard let his fingers drift through her hair for a moment. "You are tired. If you fall asleep, maybe I can surprise you when I get back." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 08:06:52</strong>
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				A soft smile played across her lips as her eyes remained closed and he told her that she deserved peace. She didn't know if that was true, but she hoped that it was. That he planned to see that she got peace, warmed her through and through and she hugged her arms around him a bit tighter, her eyes still closed as she found herself just tired. The day before, their time at the river, and the walk, had worn her out, given her lack of activity over the years it wasn't surprising that she was easily tired. <br><br>She knew they were in camp despite his lack of changing his pace just by the way she felt. She could feel the eyes of the men on her. Though they didn't speak in whispers anymore they still looked at her like she was some strange anomole or a gift from the gods when she was most certainly neither. She said nothing though until she felt Richard sitting down with her in his lap in the tent and his fingers drifting through silken raven curls. <br><br>"I am tired." She agreed softly as she yawned again nuzzling against him. She wished that he could stay there with her, but she also knew that he couldn't much as she wanted him to. He was those men's leader. And he had responsibilities. She would not take him from those things. He was a knight after all and from their talk in the forest she learned that, that was something very important to him, and though it was a violent way of life, it was also something she would never stop supporting him in, because it was what he wanted in life, something he seemed to love and what was important to him and his happiness was important to her and hers. "Mm surprises." She murmured sleepily as she was already dozing off right there in his lap. "I've always had bad surprises, but, I think you mean to surprise me in a good way." She giggles tiredly. "I think I will dream of surprises now, if the tent is overly warm when you come back its your fault." She teased him softly. Her eyes opening briefly to peer up at him before fluttering closed again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 16:16:24</strong>
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				Richard couldn't help but find the way that she was falling asleep in his arms charming. It was yet another sign of just how much she trusted him. Aurelia didn't seem at all worried about letting her guard down around him, and Richard absolutely loved that. "I mean good surprises." he confirmed gently. "And I like a warm tent." <br><br>He helped her lay down in the roll and then zipped it tight to keep her warm. Richard planted a caring kiss on her forehead before he went out to see what was going on in the camp. <br><br>Richard had only started to talk to the men about the latest recon missions when Kyle, the young man who had stumbled in on Aurelia before, approached him. "My lord, we found a body during the last recon mission. It wasn't human, but it wasn't any manner of demon either. You should probably see this." Richard nodded and turned to follow Kyle and his friend, never once suspecting that this could be some sort of trap. <br><br>At the same time, another soldier carefully entered the tent where Aurelia was sleeping. He had been warned that Aurelia wouldn't react well to his presence, so the plan was to make her worry about something else before she could worry too much about being alone with him. The young soldier, Maynard, cleared his throat and shook Aurelia's bedroll ever so gently. "My dear, there has been an accident. The commander has been seriously injured, and he asked that we bring you too him right away." Kyle had noticed how Aurelia clung to Richard, so playing off her obvious connection to him seemed like a fairly safe risk, and a good way to get Aurelia out of camp without her making a scene. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 00:48:40</strong>
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				Aurelia smiled at him a little as he said that he liked a warm tent. A soft giggle peeling from her lips before she was mostly asleep in his arms. As he placed her within the bed roll she curled up, her legs pulled up slightly as she curled into a ball. Without him there to snuggle against she seemed to try and make herself as small as possible within the bed roll. Which seemed like a normal thing for her subconscious. By the time he was leaving the tent she was fast asleep breathing evenly and tucked warmly in the bedroll. <br><br>It was a dreamless sleep so when she was rather unexpectedly woken up by not Richard but someone else she was started. Her eyes popped open almost instantly as the man cleared his throat and lightly shook the bed roll. As she knew that Richard wouldn't have woken her up that way. Her limbs locked up for a moment, utterly frozen in a fear for that split second when she worried that Richard had just been a dream, and she was still with the demon, but then she felt the bedroll around her and there was no way she could still be with the demon. He never allowed her anything to cover up with. <br><br>Slowly she say up as the man began to speak. Scared at first until the word accident left his mouth. And then her heart started to pound. She swallowed hard. What happened to Richard? "He's hurt?" She asked, the fear in her eyes was not for the man in the tent it was for Richard. "Take me immediately... I... I can help.... I h... helped him before." Tears welled up in her eyes, She struggled out of the bedroll because she was so panic stricken by the mere idea that he might be hurt or seriously hurt to the point that she might not get there in time to help them her coordination was horrible, and feathers shed from her wings from the stress leaving behind a few along the bedroll as she forced herself to stand without help. <br><br>Standing so quickly she lost her balance instantly, stumbling to the side against the table she knocked over a cup of water, she sighed gripping the edge of the table and forcing herself to stand upright and properly so that she could follow the stranger. She knew what deception was, she should have saw it, but the mere idea of Richard hurt or injured, the idea that he was so mortal and could die it scared her enough that she just didn't look for the signs.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 01:01:26</strong>
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				Maynard moved as quickly as as Aurelia could manage. While Aurelia wasn't making a scene or screaming for help the way that he had feared that she would, the sight of her still drew people's attention. When Richard didn't come back, people would start to put two and two together and figure out that the angel's disappearance was involved. Maynard, Kyle, and their partner would want to be long gone by the time that happened. <br><br>They made it outside of the camp area fairly quickly, though it still felt like it took forever to Maynard. When they were a ways into the treeline, the two of them would come across Jenson, the third member of the little conspiracy. Maynard didn't know much about Aurelia, but it wasn't hard to imagine that she would become suspicious soon. He wasn't going to give her time to think this over. <br><br>With one swift motion, he moved behind Aurelia and took hold of her arms, holding them behind her back. Thankfully, Jenson didn't waste any time either. He had a large knotted rag, which he quickly forced into her mouth and moved so that he could tie it behind her head. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 01:19:38</strong>
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				As they walked along, she stumbled slightly, having issues keeping up with the man as he moved out of the camp area. Her ability to walk was still lacking but she forced herself not to stumble to much. If Richard was injured she had to get to him as quickly as she possibly could so that she could help him before it was to late. She already knew that she could heal people she had healed Richards bruises. She didn't care how bad the injury she would take it upon herself to make him well. <br><br>As they made their way out of the camp and a ways into the tree line, Aurelia began to frown especially when they came to another man. It was then that she began to grow suspicious. Things just started to seem rather off. Weather it was her instincts or something else alarm bells were going off in her head telling her that something wasn't right. That she was in a very very bad situation. It reminded her of times when the demons would have a particularly good morsel of food for her, dangling just in front of her and when she'd reach for it she'd be grabbed and her Master would make her do the most unspeakable things for him, with him. She shuddered at the memory. <br><br>As the man moved behind her and took hold of her arms she knew. "Richard!" She screamed his name instantly. Her heart pounding as she started to wrench her arms attempting to wriggle away from the men. She screamed out once more, her voice loud, louder then one might expect, a blood curdling sound in the night. As Jenson, the other man came toward her with the knotted rag she lifted her leg to kick at him. <br><br>She kicked at his knees first, and she was not lacking in strength in her legs. Before he got the knotted rag into her mouth she brought up her knee forcing it into his groin. "Richard!" She managed to scream his name out again before the rag was eventually forced into her mouth. She started to bite into it, grinding her teeth into the gag. Intent on shredding it eventually. Her arms still wrenching in the other mans grasp. <br><br>There were no weak mumbling sounds but rather loud muffled yells from behind the gag as loud as she could be, she was. and there was no lack of swinging legs as her arms continued to wriggle in an attempt to get free, her wings, though it hurt like hell tried to flap to make it all the more difficult for him to keep a grip on her arms. The entire time she ground her teeth into the cloth gag. Oh it wouldn't shred quickly given how thick it was, but eventually she knew it would grow more thin and with luck the more she toyed with it, it might grow loose around her head. <br><br>Aurelia was determined she would be no ones prisoner again. And she promised Richard that she would fight to stay at his side, no matter what it took. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 01:35:41</strong>
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				Jenson let out a grunt of pain as her feet started kicking about. The kick to the groin was especially painful, but he didn't give up. Kyle had made a point of explaining exactly how valuable a live angel would be, and that was worth a few bruises. <br><br>Once the gag was in place, Maynard forced the angel down onto her knees before pushing her onto her stomach. Maynard took her hands and held them so that they were crossed behind her. At the same time, Jenson took a length of rope and started to bind her wrists behind her, tightly. The way that she fought against him made it all but impossible to bind her, but both men were determined to collect the reward for a living angel. <br><br>Once her wrists were secured, Maynard started to hold her down while Jensen took another length of rope and started trying to bind one of her wings. At the same time, Maynard decided to try to take a little bit of the fight out of her. Kyle had said that this girl was close to the commander, so perhaps knowing his fate would break this fighting spirit of hers. "The commander is following a lead that doesn't exist. once Kyle has him alone, outside of the camp, I heard he's going to have a pretty serious accident." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 01:51:36</strong>
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				Aurelia let out a faint groan behind the gag as she was pushed onto her stomach so that she could be bound though she continued to move around as much as she could, intent on making this as difficult as possible for them. She would be no easy target. She would be no ones easy target. Not again. She had no idea how she'd ended up the Demons slave. But she had her memories now, she had good memories with Richard and she'd be damned if she was going to give that up. <br><br>As he started to bind her wrists she continued to yell through the gag as much as she could anyway, wriggling from side to side as she tried to get free. Though when he moved to bind her wings she opened her eyes wide and tears of pain began to trickle down her cheeks. Those yells for help behind the gag turned into screams of pain behind the gag. She thrashed around more violently, her body jerking. They had just started to heal and binding them back up was just causing searing pain through her body. <br><br>As the man caught her attention and started to speak she looked at him, her eyes a dark grey, as the silvery blue had vanished from her eyes, anger and pain filling the orbs as she looked at him. His words seeped into her ears. If he thought that such words would take the fight out of her he was sorely mistaken, if he hadn't come to a serious accident yet, then that meant he was still alive now. She started to scream as loud as she could behind the gag, the muffled sounds growing strained as it made her throat sore and raw, she struggled harder. Trying to get at the man who had spoken. For an angel who very much despised violence, there was a look of utter death in her eyes when she glared at him. She wanted very much to rip his throat out. And had she her hands free, she might have. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 02:10:11</strong>
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				Maynard cursed under his breath. He had been sure that hearing that Richard would soon be dead would take the fight out of her, but instead she struggled all the harder. Jensen seemed to be focusing all of his energy on just holding her down. <br><br>They secured her right wing, than her left. The ropes weren't nearly as tight as the chains that had bound them before had been, but her kidnappers weren't going to take any chances with her flying away. Once her wings were bound, the two men took two more lengths of rope and started to work on her legs. Jensen held her legs together while Maynard started to bind her ankles. Once they were secure, he took another length of rope and started to secure her knees. <br><br>Jensen was still furious at the way that she had kicked him earlier, so he made sure the ropes were all tighter than they needed to be. He even whispered in her ear, "Your boyfriend is probably rotting in a ditch right now." <br><br><br>Meanwhile, Richard was starting to grow suspicious as Kyle led him further and further from the camp. There was no obvious threat, but he could feel in his soul that something was wrong. He had just started to draw his new sword when he spotted Kyle coming up behind him with a dagger in hand. <br><br>Kyle had been counting on the element of surprise. With it gone, he didn't put up much of a fight. He didn't even really have time to react before Richard drove the sword through his side. It slid through his armor amazingly easily. Kyle was still alive as he fell over, but it was clear that the wound was fatal. <br><br>Richard grabbed him by the throat, but didn't actually strangle him. "Why?" he shouted. <br><br>"The...angel." <br><br>Now Richard started to squeeze his throat. "Who is coming for Aurelia? Where would they take her?" <br><br>Kyle struggled to answer as the life slowly drained out of him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 02:23:28</strong>
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				As they continued to bind her, she grew more and more angry, and fear raced through her at the mere thought that Richard might be harmed or dead, she trembled, pure adrenalin racing through her body, her heart pounding so fast that she thought it might come right out of her chest. She wished that she could do more, that she had powers like she read about in the book Richard gave her about otherwordly beings. <br><br>She wretched her body this way and that as they continued to bind her, wincing as they tied her legs especially tight, her wings hurt so badly that tears slid unnoticed by her down her cheeks. Hot burning tears, she was so angry at them that she just didn't notice them. The pain only amplified her anger. She wanted Richard. That was all she wanted. She just wanted to be with him. Why couldn't she just have that and move on with her life? Why did bad things have to keep happening?<br><br>As the man leaned down to whisper in her ear, she knew he was speaking of Richard. The idea of him rotting in a ditch because of these men send a flurry of rage through her. She bucked her head, toward his face, the side of her skull slamming against his face rather hard. Aurelia was angry. An emotion she had never been allowed to feel before and she felt it&nbsp; in full force at the moment making her a dangerous force to be reckoned with. They couldn't bind her head... so getting close to the one thing she could still somewhat strike them with, probably not the best idea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 02:58:12</strong>
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				Jensen grunted and stumbled backwards as the angel slammed her head into his. He was a tough man, but the hit had taken him by surprise. He fell onto his back, stunned for a moment. Jensen could even feel blood running down the side of his head. He climbed to his feet, desiring to strike her in retialiation, but Maynard stopped him. "Kyle made his instructions clear. We're supposed to transport her for a bit, but not harm her. She'll be worth quite a bit more if she doesn't look injured." <br><br>Jensen let out a grunt. "Fine. But she better bring in as much money as you think she's going to." <br><br>"She will, now let's go." <br><br>Jenson closed the distance with Aurelia and picked her up so that she hung over his shoulder. He held her legs and let her waist hang down so that there wasn't much that she could do to attack him. When he had been told that they were going to abduct an angel, he hadn't expected her to have this kind of fight in her. It was almost enough to make him curious about why she would fight so hard for him. <br><br><br>Miles away, Kyle told Richard everything about their little plan. He couldn't say exactly where Jensen and Maynard would be at this point, but he gave Richard a rough idea where they were going. Richard didn't even take the time to go back to camp to rally men to go with him. He just started running in the direction he hoped that Aurelia was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:08:39</strong>
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				Aurelia glared as she turned her head toward the man with blood now running down t he side of his face. If he could make it out he'd see a smile curling her lips around the gag in her mouth. A sinister look in her eyes. She was fighting for her life, her happiness, for Richard. And for something that was hanging by a very very delicate thread. Her sanity. She had spent centuries locked away. She had maybe two days of happiness in which she found a man she was starting to love, a man that she knew she wanted to love and be with. And then this. Her mind was teetering on the edge of very dangerous territory. <br><br>She listened to their conversation with disgust her eyes still dark and blazing at the mere idea that they were going to sell her! Oh gods where was Richard? Was he alive? Was he really dead? The thought of him being dead somewhere brought the most intense feeling of grief that she almost choked on it. As they hefted her up over the man's shoulder she hung there, unable to really fight much in such a position she hung over his shoulder.<br><br>Closing her eyes, she forced herself to focus on Richard. She heard his voice in her head, things he said to her, his first word to her, that simple 'Hi' to their more elaborate conversations, the way he touched her, the kisses they shared. What if he really was dead? What would she do if he was? It hit her then how mortal he was. He was human. One serious injury could kill him, where as with her, she could suffer many serious injuries and live so long as her heart remained unshredded and her head stayed on her shoulders. She realized then how easily she could lose him. She went limp over his shoulder and cried silently. With her eyes closed all she could see was Richard and all she could do was pray that he was alive and that she could get back to him. <br><br>She tasted happiness, and she would not let that be the end of it. For her, happiness was Richard. Without him, there was no happiness. Without him she might as well be back in the clutches of demons. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:31:12</strong>
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				They walked for a little more than an hour before Jensen needed a little break. Aurelia wasn't heavy by any stretch of the imagination, but he was nursing several bruises from when she had attacked him. He wanted a little bit of time to deal with his injuries without having the woman hanging over his shoulder. <br><br>They set Aurelia down on the ground while Jensen sat down a few feet from her and watched her. Maynard wasn't nearly as tired or hurt as his friend, so he focused on Aurelia. The girl didn't seem as furious now as she had been before, which brought out a bit more of her natural radiance. He found himself curious as to what she would look like without the skimpy clothing that she currently wore. After a few moments, he decided that he wanted to find out. <br><br>He closed the distance with Aurelia and rolled her onto her stomach, not thinking about any discomfort this might cause her and her damaged wings. Once she was on her back, he quickly untied her top and removed it. He turned her back over so that her breasts would be revealed to him and Jensen. <br><br>Jensen had recovered enough to try to rub her face in what was happening once more. "You are very pretty. I'll bet that the commander enjoyed that body of yours. Probably for the best that he won't live long enough to hear that you've been sold to the highest bidder, huh?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:51:30</strong>
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				The hour long trek was hard on her, very hard on her given the position she was in. The entire time she thought about Richard, her thoughts whirling wondering if he was alive or not. She wanted him to be, more then anything in the world that was all she wanted, for him to be alive. She closed her eyes tightly for most of the trek through the woods. Though because of her wings being bound. Feathers wound indeed fall from her once more damaged wings. <br><br>When they finally stopped she sighed as she was placed on the ground. There were tears in her eyes as she was placed there. When they rolled her onto her back she winced and shook with pain. Her arms behind her back ached and her wings felt horrible, more feathers falling out beneath her as he untied her top. Her heart started to race with fear, and flashes of images appeared as she starred upward at the man, and in those flashes she saw the demon lurking above her. <br><br>She gave a muffled scream as her body wriggled in the ropes, the tears in her eyes welling up again. Not again, she couldn't go through this again! Not again! She starred up at the man as he looked at her. Her heart pounding as he looked at her. As he tried to rub her face she jerked her head to the side to get away from his touch. Her breasts were perky and smooth, not huge, but certainly not small, her pink nipples unfortunately hardened in the colder night forest. Her eyes widened at the thought of being sold to the highest bidder. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:59:44</strong>
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				Jensen wanted to touch her, to feel the warmth of her body and to find out how soft a being like her would be, but Kyle had left them with specific instructions not to do anything like that. She would be worth far more if she was undamaged, and that included hurting her sexually any more than the demons already had. Still, nothing stopped him from looking. <br><br>He couldn't remove her bottom without untying her legs, and given the fight she had put up before, that was something he was unwilling to do. Instead, he drew his combat knife and carefully cut through them, managing to do so without cutting her. From there, it was a simple matter to discard the worn fabric and reveal her full naked body. "Oh yeah, you are going to make us rich men." <br><br>Maynard cleared his throat. "No sign of Kyle yet. Do you think its possible that the commander killed him?" <br><br>Jensen shook his head. "If he did, the commander died too. If Richard was still alive, the army would be on the move trying to find us. We would hear it if the army was moving. If Kyle is dead, that means we are only splitting the cut two ways." He looked down at Aurelia. "Either way, your boyfriend is officially dead." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 04:12:12</strong>
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				Aurelia glared up at the man as he looked at her, she wanted to hit him, hurt him, and she was likely one of the most non violent beings in the area. She hated violence but in this instance she wanted to kill. Because this to her was a betrayal to Richard&nbsp; on so many levels. These men were seeing her nude. They were betraying their commander, and she felt as if she were betraying Richard by them seeing her like this. <br><br>As he moved to cut the bottoms from her body she whimpered through the gag, trying to squirm away, but she just couldn't with how tightly bound she was. It didn't help that she was on her back, and moving on her back just hurt because of the way her wings were bound. If her wings were spread outward being on her back wouldn't hurt at all but because they were bunched up beneath her it hurt horribly. <br><br>Once he removed the bottoms he would find that her sex was completely hairless. Not shaven, just hairless as if it were naturally that way. The rest of her body was that way too save for her eyebrows and her hair on her head of course. She cried softly as he spoke her eyes closing tightly as he looked at her, trying to picture Richard. He had promised her a surprise tonight and she knew full well this was NOT what he had intended. <br><br>As the two men spoke she listened carefully to them. But when one of the men said that Richard was officially dead she froze. He was right, she was sure that Richard would have the army coming after the men wouldn't he? She wasn't sure what he would do. He was dead? Her eyes opened, empty and lost as she thought for the first time that he really was dead. She just lay there, immobile and sucking in a deep breath. The look in her eyes, if anyone bothered to look they would almost see her heart shatter. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 04:27:03</strong>
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				Jensen did indeed look into her eyes to see the despair that came with the knowledge that Richard was dead. He had expected a reaction, but he had never expected something that pronounced. Had she fallen in love with the commander in such a short period of time? It seemed like the only way to explain what she was showing. She wasn't angry and fighting anymore, and she didn't seem sad about her own fate, at least she wasn't focused on it. This was a weapon that he could use to take the fight out of her once and for all. <br><br>"Among my people, angels are considered to be protectors. If you have a guardian angel watching your back, it is said that you can defy death and overcome any odds. The way the commander treated you, I wonder if he saw you that way. He probably thought nothing could happen to him while you were around." He let out a laugh that wasn't completely fake. "Look where that confidence got him. He would still be alive if he hadn't found you." <br><br>Maynard didn't seem to completely understand what Jensen was doing, but he didn't interrupt. He just kept his gaze focused on the treeline, watching for an attack, or for Kyle to return. "We can wait another few minutes, but then we have to go." <br><br>"Fine. I don't think this one is going to give us any more trouble." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 04:41:37</strong>
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				Aurelia's heart was breaking, was he really dead. Was he gone? With him every ounce of happiness would go with him. Why? Why would fate do this to her. Give her happiness and then so quickly take it away. She was so sure that it had been right that he had been lead to her for a reason. It was her turn now to doubt the existence of fate for the first time in her life. She doubted it. Loosing her faith. The one thing that had kept her strong and alive among the Demons. <br><br>She looked blankly at the man as he spoke, his words penetrated her ears and she winced. Was he right? But she knew he was. Had he never found her he'd still be alive. He would have been better off had he never found her at all. He'd be alive now. She'd still be with the Demons but he'd be alive. She killed him. His saving her killed him. Had she stayed away from him, not let her take&nbsp; her, he would have lived. What has she done? <br><br>Tears spilled from her eyes as she turned her head to the side looking away from them. She just lay there limp on the ground, tears coming from her eyes freely, constantly. She was giving up. If he was really dead then what reason did she have to keep going. She would not be auctioned off, she would not let these men get rich off of her. She would make sure that she was dead before the first bid was made. Wherever Richard was, she'd be at his side, even if that meant dying too. She made him a promise. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 04:54:50</strong>
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				The two of them gave Kyle another few minutes to catch up. When he didn't, Jensen picked Aurelia up in the same rough manner that he had before and started to carry her again. It didn't matter if Kyle hadn't returned. If he was alive, he knew where to meet them. If he wasn't, that was just more money for the surviving partners. <br><br>They walked through most of the night before they finally reached the safehouse that Kyle had mentioned to them. Maynard went on ahead of them and went to the blacksmith. He bought a pair of manacles and a few different lengths of chains. Meanwhile, Jensen took Aurelia to the safehouse and waited. <br><br>Once Maynard returned with the supplies, They ran a chain across the rafters in the ceiling and attached it to the manacles so that her arms would be extended over her head. Working with surprising teamwork and precision, they removed the ropes from her wrists and cuffed her wrists so that her arms were stretched and her body was exposed. Two more chains bound her ankles and knees, making her an ideal, picture perfect looking captive. Once she was secure, the two exhausted kidnappers laid down. Both agreed to stay close to her in case she somehow escaped from her bonds while they slept. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 05:06:05</strong>
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				They wouldn't feel her fighting anymore as she was roughly lifted and carried through the forest. She merely dangled over the man's shoulder as he carried her toward the safe house. grief and heart ache in her eyes and searing through her chest like she'd been stabbed with a burning knife. She cried, the entire way tears poured from her eyes. She blamed herself for this, for his death. Had he not found her, had she not gone with him, he wouldn't have died. No one would have known about her, and he would be safe. Her happiness was not more important then his life. <br><br>When eventually they reached the safe house she just laid there until the supplies were gathered, her eyes were open but she just starred off into the distance seeming almost comatose. <br><br>Once the other man returned and she was bound up she hung there from the rafters her eyes still starring straight ahead, her body stretched out provocatively. She looked like a bound beauty but her eyes looked as if she were dead inside. She continued to chew however at the gag that was in her mouth trying to loosen it or bite through it. It wasn't until the middle of the night that she managed to bite clean through the gag and it fell hanging around her neck. <br><br>In the middle of the night she started to sing, her song hauntingly beautiful. It was about honor, nobility, and love. And she made damn sure it was loud enough to keep them awake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 05:19:10</strong>
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				The two men slept for quite a while, blissfully ignorant to the fact that Aurelia was chewing through the gag that kept her silent. Walking through the night, as well as fighting demons and monsters the day before, had left them quite exhausted. As a result, they were still fast asleep when she started to sing. <br><br>Jensen groaned as her song filled the room. "Shut up!" When she didn't, he climbed to his feet, intending to strike her. <br><br>"Don't." Maynard warned. "People are going to want to see the whole body before they buy her, and we aren't going to make nearly as much money if she's bruised to hell. Just find something else to gag her with."<br><br>Jensen still considered striking her for a moment, but decided that Maynard was right. He was going to retire off of this gold, so he didn't want her to cost her any of it. He simply found another rag, gagged her again, and started to try to sleep once more. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 05:32:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When the man woke and yelled at her, she didn't look at him, and she didn't stop singing, in fact if anything, she sang louder, to sing over the sounds of them speaking. There was something utterly entrancing about the sound of her voice singing. Like a sirens song though she was of course no siren. But an angel, singing, it was a mystical sort of sound, filled with a hypnotic power. But with neither man listening it would have little effect on them. <br><br>She didn't stop, even when it seemed the man might hit her. She didn't look at him, just looked ahead, singing, thinking of Richard, and that it was her fault. The only thing she could think of to do was sing, all she wanted to do was sing. She was going to stay awake, not eat, not drink. She wanted to let herself waste away, and the moment she had a hand free, she would do everything in her power to join Richard wherever he was. <br><br>When she was gagged again she fell silent still starring ahead, but her teeth went back to grinding against the cloth gag, she would stay away all night grinding her teeth against the gag intent on biting through it once more, it was early morning when t he gag was bit through one more. she spit the pieces of cloth from&nbsp; her mouth again and once more she started to sing. This time about knights, and betrayal. About death and men who get what they deserve. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 06:01:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The men quickly went back to sleep once she was silenced again. A few hours later, when they finally woke up, Jensen was sent out to start preparing things for the auction. Maynard had the better people skills and would have liked to handle it himself, but he didn't trust Jensen to be alone with Aurelia right now. <br><br>While Jensen was out preparing things, Maynard attempted to feed Aurelia, but his efforts never made it very far. While he didn't understand the true nature of her commitment, it was clear that she was planning on starving herself. The idea was a little disturbing, but not overly so. The auction would take place soon, and then she would be someone else's problem. <br><br>Both men let out familiar groans as he song once again filled the basement. Jensen knew better than to even tried to threaten her with violence this time. He started looking for something else to gag her with when Maynard said, "Just forget it. She clearly can't escape. We'll just go upstairs to sleep." Despite his words, Jensen kept looking around for something to silence her. After a few moments of additional frustration, they finally headed upstairs, in the hopes that that would give them the peace they needed to sleep. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 06:12:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she was able to sing again she did so, she sang about a lot of things. Where the lyrics were from it was hard to tell. She wasn't even sure where they came from. If the songs were made up or from some part of her memory she just didn't know. She just kept singing.<br><br>However when they tried to feed her food she turned her head away, refusing to eat. It was obvious she hadn't slept, and she refused to drink anything either. She wouldn't drink, eat, or sleep, not so long as she was bound. She was hoping that they would unbind her, then she would be able to take her life, and it would be over. She could die. All she'd have to do is impale herself on something that would shred her heart. It felt like it was shredded already anyway. <br><br>When they left her alone she just kept singing. The song would become less enticing the longer she sang, her voice becoming more and more raw as time went by, and she grew weaker. Her soft ethereal voice becoming raspy and hoarse, but still she sang, her eyes eventually closed as she hung there mostly by her arms, but the singing kept her awake and in her minds eyes she saw Richard. And that kept her going, until she could be free and be with him. In death. If that's where he was. It was her fault. All of it. Had he not taken her, had she just not let him take her... he'd still be... alive. Regardless of her happiness. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 13:27:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After a while, when she didn't stop singing, Jensen came down the stairs once more with another thick cloth and gagged her again. He was up and around now though, so he went back upstairs to continue preparations for the auction. <br><br>His plans fell through in the afternoon, because that was when Richard finally found them. It had taken him days to identify the place that Kyle had described as the life drained out of him, but now he had done so. He had encountered a scouting party on his way through the woods and left orders for his men, though he neglected to bring them along. They still had a mission to preform there. This was Richard's mission. <br><br>He kicked in the door, sword in hand. Both of the other men were relaxing after a long night of their sleep being disrupted by Aurelia, but they were awake and they were armed. They jumped to their feet and the battle was on. <br><br>Under normal circumstances, Richard was a reserved fighter. Every move he made was planned carefully. Right now, he was fueled by rage, rage that his Aurelia had been taken from him by these traitors. That rage made him act without thinking. He struck out at Maynard first, launching a series of furious blows that the man struggled to block. Each hit pushed the traitor back, until his back hit the wall and Richard's sword drove through his midsection. <br><br>That seemed to set Jensen off. The soldier charged at Richard, briefly driving him back. Richard met his rage with his own. Both fighters were reckless, so the fight ended quickly. Richard's sword bit through his waist, cutting almost through him. At the same time, Jensen's blade cut into a divide in Richard's armor. The cut wasn't fatal, but it bled and it hurt horribly. Richard didn't care. All three traitors were now dead. <br><br>He limped down the stairs to where Aurelia was being held, using the sword as a cane. Seeing her strung up like that broke his heart. He moved to her as quickly as he could, tore the gag off, and embraced her. "It's alright, sweetie. I'm here now." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 13:43:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aurelia barely sang until the came came down there again to gag her. She went silent then of course, the thicker gag much harder for her to chew through. She laughed though through the gag as she looked at him leaving. She planned to kill herself the second that they unchained her hands. Their plan wasn't going to work. Who was going buy a head angel. She remembered. She remembered how to kill an angel. All she needed was a hand free and she knew she had the strength to do it. <br><br>She hung there, somewhere between having delusions and lucidity. Her mind had been fractured already from her time with the demons and she had hope, brief hope, and brief happiness. And it was swept out from under her so rapidly. Now she thought Richard was dead and she thought it was her fault. Her mind was cracking like fragile splintering glass. Her eyes remained closed but she was awake and conscious. Aware of every sore bone, every sore muscle, her wings the healed bones newly broken in areas again. <br><br>When the fight broke out above her head, she barely heard a thing. She just hung there. She didn't believe it was Richard. She figured that it was someone else. Someone coming to take her from her current captors to another prison, but not Richard because he was dead. She listened to whoever he was coming down. Her eyes were still closed. <br><br>She felt her gag pulled off and she swallowed hard. Her eyes still didn't open because the only face she wanted to see was ironically the face of the man in front of her. As his arms slid around her and he embraced her she slowly opened her eyes. She couldn't embrace him back, not with her arms strung up and her ankles manacled to the floor. His voice rang in her ears. <br><br>A sob tore from her throat as he spoke and her body started to shake. "But your dead." She whimpered. "They said you were dead." She was having issues grasping it, the idea of him alive. "No no no no please I kept my eyes closed so I didn't see things please say your real, please. please. please." She cried hoarsely, her throat raw. "If you aren't real I swear the second you unchain me I will go to where he really is. I promised I would stay at his side and if I have to die to do it I will." She choked slightly on her sobs afraid he was some appirition her mind conjured. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 13:56:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This wasn't the reaction he had been expecting to get from her, though Richard could understand it. Considering how long it had taken him to get to her, it would have been easy for her to assume that he was dead or had abandoned her. He just had to prove to her that neither of those things had happened. <br><br>He took a step back from her, but only so that he could locate the key to her chairs. He unlocked her wrists, then quickly took hold of her waist, expecting her to fall without the chains to help keep her up. Stretching his arms up to free her, and now holding her up, was agony, but he didn't let it deter him. It had taken days to find her, to the point he had started to doubt that he could pull it off. Now she was here, safe in his arms. He didn't care about his wound for the moment. <br><br>"I'm real." he assured her quietly. He briefly considered how he could prove it to her, then put a hand on the back of her head and kissed her. The kiss wasn't one of the slow ones they had shared in the past, but a passionate, intense kiss, coming from a man who thought that he had lost her forever. He continued to ignore his wound as he moaned against her lips. When he finally broke the kiss off, he smiled and said, "I'm real, and you are mine, Aurelia." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 14:10:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he released her she sighed, tears silently streaking down her face, as she assumed the worst, assumed that she had been right, that it wasnt really him. That now he would just dissapear as quickly as he had appeared. She was shaking still. Not only from the force of her own emotions but from being cold. Having been strung up there naked for as long as she was. She was freezing but she had not shown signs of it really until now. <br><br>She barely heard him as he stepped back to find the key to her manacles but when they were unlocked she did fall. As he caught her, her hands landed on his shoulders. Feeling his solid form and his arms around her, she blinked up at him frowning. Dark grey eyes filled with a mixture of agony and grief slowly began to lighten as she peered up into his eyes. Was he really alive? She never thought for a second he might have abandoned her. But she had truely thought him dead given what the men had said. <br><br>When he said that he was real and then kissed her, it was all the proof she would ever need. Her eyes closed as her tears fell her arms though they hurt worse then she could have ever imagine curled around him, holding him tightly as she kissed him just as deeply, feverishly, wildly even. Clinging to him as he kissed her passionately and moaned against her lips. Her broken heart mending in a single kiss. <br><br>As he broke the kiss she looked at him, more blue in her eyes again. She smiled weakly at him, the area around her eyes dark from lack of nutrition and sleep. "I am yours." She repeated softly. Leaning toward him her cheek nuzzled against his and she closed her eyes absorbing that familiar feeling. "I'm home." She murmured. "I thought I'd lost you, they said..." She sighed her words breaking and she shook her head not wanting to even say it now. "you're here." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 14:23:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite his excitement at having found her again, the pain of holding her up was starting to get to him. He slowly eased her down so that she was sitting, giving him a chance to work on the locks around her ankles and knees. He smiled faintly as she said that she had thought that he was dead. "It takes more than a few traitors to kill me. And it would certainly take more than that to keep me from you." <br><br>He wasted little time removing the locks around her legs, freeing her completely. Holding her against him just made him feel somehow more possessive of her. He really did see her as his. He still didn't think of himself as her master, but he was a little less uncomfortable with the idea that she did. She was his, and he wanted to be with her. <br><br>"Aurelia, I know that you are tired and in pain. I am too. We need to get out of here though. People know that you were going to be auctioned, so people are going to be looking for you. We need to find a sheet to cover your wings with, and then we need to make our way to the inn." He sighed, hating the idea of admitting weakness to her. "I'm not going to be able to walk out of here without your support." He stroked her cheek with his hand. "Can you handle this?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 14:32:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shifted away from him slightly as he eased her down frowning slightly. She hadn't realized he was injured until then. Her eyes then began to scan his body and she noted the blood on his leg around his armor. Her eyes narrowed and darkened considerably. She was apparently just as protective of him as he was of her. "Death wouldn't have kept me from you, I was going to kill myself when they unchained me." She said flatly. It was a morbid statement but when she said she would stay at his side, she had meant it. <br><br>Once she was free she moved toward him. Her hands sliding to the spot on his armor where his leg was injured. She couldn't touch his skin to heal him like before not with his armor on anyway. And as he spoke it was obvious that they didn't have time to do it before they had to leave. "I can heal you, once we get to the inn I can take the pain away." She told him as she rose to her feet. Though she was wobbly from weakness she didn't seem to have issues with balance. <br><br>"I can handle this." She assured him. "I had a very sudden lesson in balance recently." They had made her walk before she got suspicious and tied her up after all, and she had managed just fine, she had stumbled around a bit but she had confidence that she could use her balance and what strength she had to get them to the nearest inn. "Stay here. I'm sure there's something I can cover up with upstairs." There certainly wasn't down here. She turned to start up the steps, reaching behind her awkwardly to get the rope off her wings with a wince. she could press them into her own back or wrap them around herself much less painfully then having them bound back. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 14:55:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard didn't say anything as she walked away to find something, but he was thinking about what she had said. She had been prepared to kill herself because she thought that he was gone? Part of him was terrified at the idea, but part of him was strangely warmed by it. She cared about him that much? Of course, the idea that he had lost her had torn at him to the point that he almost wished that he was dead. It was strange to think that he could care that much about someone he had only known for a few days. <br><br>Upstairs, she wouldn't find much to wrap herself in. This hadn't been a house, more of a storage area. Still, the two men had been sleeping, so there were blankets that she could cover up enough that she wouldn't be instantly recognizable as an angel. She would also find the body of both of her captors, clearly killed in a battle. <br><br>When she returned, he would take hold of her hands and look her in the eyes. "You were going to kill yourself so that you could be with me?" he asked quietly. He knew that he was important to her, that she believed that they were connected for life, but he still hadn't expected this kind of a strong reaction. It brought a question to mind that he had to ask now, despite the dangerous situation that they found themselves in. "Do you love me?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 15:09:14</strong>
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				Aurelia looked around upstairs for something she could use to cover herself with and really the bed she could come up with was what the two men had used as blankets while they slept. They weren't too thick nor too thin. She grabbed the first of the two blankets. Once her wings were properly unbound which she'd done herself, she wrapped her wings around her own body. It would help keep her warm and keep there from being a bunching at her back. She then wrapped one of the blankets around her body. She tucked it and tied it off making it appear as much like a peasant dress as she could. <br><br>Once she'd done that she grabbed the other blanket and she moved toward the body of one of the men. She was highly creative after all. She took a dagger off each man. And she used one dagger to cut the blanket. She cut it so that she had a shawl of sorts to put over her shoulders and it would cover some of her upper back to cover the portion where her wings came out from her back where there were to obvious bumps in her back that might give her away. She then cut a length of fabric from the blanket and pulled up her make shift dress. She tied the length to her thigh and slid both daggers into it. <br><br>Not only was she dressed but now she was armed. If she was going to be helping Richard who was at the moment injured she wasn't going to do it without a weapon. They may be picked off the dead bodies of her captors but so be it. Those men's souls were damned anyway. They had betrayed their commander and kidnapped her. Their souls would burn. <br><br>She turned and started down the steps once more, She didn't look like an angel anymore but more like a woman. Her wings unseen, the make shift dress out of the blanket and the shawl covered them completely. With her wings unseen it made her appear very different, much more human though she still had a very ethereal beauty about her. As Richard took her hands she peered up at him questioningly. "Yes of course. I promised I would always be at your side remember? When they said you were dead..." She trailed off and swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. When he asked her if she loved him she blushed swallowing hard, but her answer was immediate. "Yes." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 15:44:41</strong>
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				While she was away and looking for supplies, he managed to pull himself to his feet, though it drew a small cry of pain from him. He made his way over to the table nearby and found a few strips of cloth. He stuffed them into his little bag so that they could use them to wrap his injuries when they made it to the inn, as he had no intention of allowing Aurelia to heal him. <br><br>He gave a little smile as she returned, both because he was pleased to see her and because the disguise she had put together was surprisingly good. He would want to buy her some real clothes before they got out of town, but what she was wearing now would disguise what she was in a way that the outfits he had in mind wouldn't. <br><br>Hearing her talk about how she would stay at his side made him smile faintly. That kind of dedication was a little frightening, but it was also comforting in a bizarre way. As she admitted that she loved him, he embraced her once more, pressing her head against his shoulder and letting his fingers move through her hair, something he had desperately missed over the last few days. "Welcome home." he said quietly. "I won't lose you again." He couldn't get himself to say that he loved her and mean it, but he was closer to feeling that than he would have considered possible over such a short period of time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 15:54:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he took her into his arms she curled her own arms around him. She closed her eyes softly as she moved into his embrace but she didn't put any weight on him, she didn't want to hurt him anymore then he was hurting now. She smiled. For the first time in days she couldn't help but smile at the feel of his arms around her body again. "Best thing I've heard in days." She murmured, referring to his welcome home and that he wouldn't lose her again. <br><br>She didn't expect him to say that he loved her. She knew that he didn't or that he wasn't sure. It honestly just didn't bother her. She knew his past, knew that he had been married before. She was quick to love him, and confessed her emotions because he had asked her, otherwise she wouldn't have told him so soon how she really felt. Simply because she didn't want to make him feel obligated or pressured. But he knew now. And she supposed that couldn't be helped. Though she didn't consider it a bad thing. <br><br>Aurelia had no experience with love, he did. When he loved her he would love her, and if he never did... at least she would know what it was like to love someone even if that love wasn't returned. She would go if he wanted her to one day. But right now, today, she knew he didn't want her to go. "Lets get out of here." She told him leaning back her hand stroking along his cheek softly. "You're not dead, I'd like to keep it that way." She smiled and brushed her lips softly against his before she put her arm around him. So that he could lean against her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 16:14:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard was relieved to find that she wasn't upset that he hadn't said it back to her. He knew that if things kept going the way that they were, he would be able to say it to her before too long. He certainly would never ask her to leave the way that she feared. <br><br>"Ok. I'll try not to bleed too much on you." he said with a little laugh, though even that hurt a bit. Richard tried not to lean on her too much, knowing that her balance probably wasn't 100% yet, and he had no idea how injured she was from what had happened to her over the last few days. "I saw an inn not too far from here. We can stay there for the night and then figure out our next move in the morning." <br><br>Each step up the stairs to get out of here was agony, but he tried not to let Aurelia see just how much his wounds were hurting him. He had no intention of letting Aurelia heal him, not knowing what it would do to her. Just seeing the dark circles under her eyes from the last few days was painful to him. He didn't want to cause any more pain than that. <br><br>In an effort to take his mind off of how much he was hurting, he said, "So if you love me, do you still see me as your master?" He still wasn't sure how her mind worked in this matter. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 16:22:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She helped him up the steps, and he didn't have to show his pain for her to know that he was in agony. She saw the blood, she knew the wound was significant enough that it was likely hurting like hell. Her wings hurt, her whole body ached from having been strung up, her wings hurt the most, but she just grit her teeth and pushed passed it. She would help him and deal with her own pains later. <br><br>Once up the steps she helped him through the main room and out the door, glancing back toward the dead men with a glare. She murmured something under her breath but it was something he would have trouble hearing, and even if he did catch a word or two he wouldn't understand it. She was even shocked. She knew what she'd said but she had no idea she knew another language. She didn't let it distract her however as she started in whichever direction he directed her in. <br><br>When he spoke, she glanced over at him. Her arm around him, supporting as much weight as he would let her. Though she knew he wasn't letting her support as much weight as she could handle. Which... honestly annoyed her more then anything at the moment. "This again?" She teased him with a smile. "Yes I do." she answered him. "I can love my Master. I don't recall a rule against such a thing. I just didn't love the last one. Who could?" She asked in all honesty. "You can lean on me more, I wont break." She told him. "I promise." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 16:49:55</strong>
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				He picked up the sword as they walked past it and put it back in its sheath. The blade had served him amazingly well today, cutting through the armor of his opponents like it was nothing. This was a weapon that he intended to keep forever. <br><br>Richard smiled faintly at her pretend annoyance. "I'm sorry. I'm just trying to understand how you think about things. It is kind of alien to me." He let out a deep breath, though even that hurt. "There is a part of me that will never be comfortable with thinking of myself as your master. There is another part of me, a growing part, that is starting to find the idea of being your master exciting." It meant that she would stay beside him, he would get to take care of her, and part of him was excited about having a level of control over her. <br><br>His smile grew a little wider as she promised that she wouldn't break. "I'll hold you to that." he teased. He put a little bit more weight on her as they made their way towards the inn. Thankfully, it wasn't much of a walk from here, as each step he took felt like fire was racing up his body. He walked up to the innkeeper, now holding himself completely upright and asked for a room. <br><br>The innkeeper looked the two of them over, and while he seemed to find Aurelia beautiful, he didn't find her special. "You are bleeding. That will make the room cost extra, since I have to clean it up." <br><br>Richard gave a little groan, but slid a number of coins across the counter. The innkeeper gave him a key and Richard started to lead Aurelia towards the room. As he walked, he glanced at Aurelia and said, "I don't want you to heal this. You've suffered enough. This is my burden to bear." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 17:03:44</strong>
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				She glanced over at him as they walked along, she smiled faintly at him. "I know its different to you. It's different to me too you know, having a Master that doesn't force me to degrade myself, one that... is kind and protects me. One I trust and even love." She spoke softly as she helped him along. When he said that it did excite him she tilted her head looking at him, a small smile on her face. "Mm well, we'll see how you feel about it in time." She teased trying to lighten his mood, so things were not so serious, given the situation they were just through, she didn't think he needed serious. "You may find me a handful, too much to deal with, far too adventurous and lively." She grinned. Knowing full well that he liked those things. She laughed as he said he would hold her to that, taking more of his weight as he leaned against her more. <br><br>When they finally came upon the Inn she let him take his own weight, she stood at his side, seeming the silent wife or lover of sorts eyeing the innkeeper curiously and frowning when he charged them extra for the room. Which just irked her. Eventually she would follow behind Richard though and she'd grab his arm to help him up to the room. When he told her that he didn't want her healing his wound she stopped eyeing him rather astonished. She sighed. She wouldn't disobey him but... it was a rather inconvenient command. <br><br>Once they were to the room she waited for the door to open. Once they stepped into the room she cleared her throat slightly and glanced around the room briefly. "Fine." She murmured. "We wont heal it my way, we'll heal it yours." After this past ordeal, she was not so afraid of things as she had been when he found her. She'd do just about anything to help Richard. "Get off that leg, I will be back." She said, and was quick to get out of the room before he could stop her. <br><br>She started back down toward the main room where they had seen the innkeeper. Aurelia took a deep breath. She wasn't used to dealing with others beside Richard but this time she would. She had to. She came around the corner from the rooms and glanced around. Once she spotted the keeper she cleared her throat to get his attention before she spoke. "Excuse me, Sir." She said, her voice steady and surprisingly commanding. "Since you deprived my husband of more coin then necessary, as you likely knew full well I would have tidied the room before our departure, I do expect you to provide me with bandages, salve, a hot bath and I do believe what we paid will include a meal for the evening." She spoke with a great deal of authority. "I will wait for the salve and bandages now. you can bring the bath and food up in a couple hours. There's enough water in the basin for now for me to tend his wound." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 17:59:12</strong>
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				"You have certainly led me on a merry little adventure so far." he teased. In truth, he was starting to realize that this ordeal hasn't changed his desire to be with her in a negative way. He still wanted to protect her from anything, even if it meant having to rush across the country and get wounded like this. The only thing that had really changed was his desire for her. He wanted to be with her, and in some ways, to own her. Richard gave her hand a little squeeze before she left. <br><br>The innkeeper gave her a look of utter astonishment as she made her list of demands. For a moment, he was tempted to throw them both out, but he could tell from the look in her eyes that she wasnt to be trifled with. He silently went in the back and returned with the supplies that she had asked for. "You'll have everything else when you need it." With that, he went back to his business. <br><br>As Aurelia started to head back towards the room, one of the people who was waiting for a room gently stopped her. "Your husband is a very lucky man." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 18:06:53</strong>
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				Aurelia locked eyes with the innkeeper for a moment as he considered throwing them out, he would of course have a fight on his hands if he tried to do so as she had a very convincing story to tell if he tried to do something like that, one in which would be threatening his life with a few very convincing made up stories of her being of nobility and such but luckily it didn't seem she had to do that. As he returned with what she needed she took the things from him. "Thank you." She smiled at him, and started away from the counter. <br><br>She paused as she started toward the room and the person spoke to her, she blinked at them and flushed slightly a smile curled her tired lips. "No, I am a very lucky woman." She corrected softly and then she started toward the stairs to go back up to Richard. She moved up them tiredly and then came through the door. She shut it with her foot and moved toward a table, setting the supplies down on the table. The salve and clean bandages. She would not have him getting an infection and getting sick on her. <br><br>"There, salve and clean bandages, the innkeeper is bringing a hot bath up and a meal in a couple of hours. The bath is.... more for me, I'm not sure you should submerge your wound but we can use some of the hot water to get you clean at least." She told him softly. She tossed her shawl aside then moved to the door and locked it. As she came back she sighed tiredly and pushed her fingers through her hair. She lifted one leg up on the bed pulling her makeshift dress up and she pulled the two daggers from the strap she'd made on her thigh. She set them both aside on the table with the supplies. <br><br>"Lets get you out of the armor and clothes so we can clean the wound and get it patched up before you lose anymore blood." She reached out toward him to help him with his armor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 18:20:12</strong>
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				Richard had started to scale his chestplate off by the time that Aurelia came back. He grinned at her as she explained what was happening. "Look at you, taking charge." He let his hand brush across her cheek softly. "I never would have expected this a week ago, but I like it." <br><br>With her help, he was able to strip his chestplate off and get his first real look at the wound. His armor had stopped it from going deep enough to be life threatening, but it was still deep. He wasn't sure how Aurelia would react to the sight of his injury, so he tried to downplay it. "I've had worse than this, don't you worry. This will just give you something to look at while you are curled up agaimst me." <br><br>He carefully removed the bottle of salve he had used on her neck. It would dull the pain and prevent infection. "Think you can be my physician for the day?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 01:39:39</strong>
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				Aurelia glanced at him as he spoke and she smiled slightly as he seemed to rather like her taking charge of the situation. She had to at the moment, he was injured and couldn't, and given what had happened to her over the past several days, she knew she couldn't let her fears of others get the best of her especially when it came to Richard. She had to be able to help him and going down to speak to that innkeeper well... it did them both some good. "A week ago I did not have to tend your wounds... I healed them." She wrinkled her nose at him. Mostly because he wouldn't let her do it again. <br><br>She helped him with the rest of his armor and stripped it off, leaning over him to get a good look at the wound on his leg. She frowned over it slightly and knew that he was downplaying it when he did. She glanced at him and smiled. "I'm sure you have, and I'm going to worry anyway, that you can't stop me from doing, is feeling I'm afraid." She teased him softly." She lightly pressed her fingers around the wounded area to see how swollen and just how deep it was. <br><br>When he asked if she could play physician for the day she smirked. "Well that's what I intended to do." She straightened back up and winced, her body just hurt, she hadn't slept the entire time of her captivity by those men either. "Take your pants and shirt off, so we don't get them bloody and I don't have to rip them." She told him softly. "I will stoke the fire so you don't get cold, I need to clean it before I put the salve on it then I can wrap it." How she knew to do that she wasn't entirely sure but... she did. She also knew that if it was any deeper she might have had to cauterize it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 01:58:18</strong>
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				The Aurelia standing before him now was almost a completely different person from the one he had met a week ago. She still had that innocence to her, but there was strength in her as well. Maybe it was the pain talking, but he found himself saying, "You are sexy when you are submissive, but you are sexy like this too." <br><br>At her request, he started to take his clothing off. As he did so, he said, "I know you want to heal me, bit I also know that it hurts you. If the situation was reversed, you wouldn't let me hurt myself to make you feel better." <br><br>As he finished removing his clothes, he caught the wince of pain on her features. "After you deal with me, I want to take a minute to make you feel better. Even if you don't think you need it, it will soothe my ego. Besides, taking care of you is part of my job as your master." He blushed, having never referred to himself in that way before." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 02:14:20</strong>
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				She glanced at him and blushed when he spoke of her being sexy when she was submissive and being sexy this way too, she was only being this way so that she could help him. She needed to help him it was just something ingrained in her. She knew that he was hurting and making him better was the only thing she could think of to do right now despite her own fatigue and pain. They just didn't matter. "I am still submissive. You are just injured and unable to take control of the situation." She murmured blushing. <br><br>As he removed his clothing she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as she brought the basin of water toward the bed where he sat. She couldn't help looking at him. He was handsome, very handsome and she was extremely attracted to him, she has been from the start after all. When he spoke she sighed softly. "True." She admitted. "But you'd probably do it anyway. I don't have that luxury." She teased him with a smile. <br><br>Carefully she moved toward him removing her shawl she lifted his leg placing her shawl under the injured part so no blood or water got on the bed. She then grabbed the basin of water, it was cold water which would help to stop the bleeding and would aid in her cleaning the wound. She grabbed one of the wash rags and the soap. "This is going to sting." She told him as she slid to her knees in front of him. Which ironically put her in a rather.... intriguing position. She paused as he spoke blinking up at him <br><br>She smiled as he referred to himself as her Master. "I will tend to myself I promise, Master." She told him. "That is why I told the man to have a bath brought to help with my soreness, I intend to use some of the hot water on you though so you can go to bed clean, wound wrapped and with a full belly." She smiled. "I will take care of me too, but only after I take care of you." She leaned forward to start cleaning the wound on his leg. Being that he was human, she knew she had to clean it before she used the salve he was prone to infection where as she was not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 03:35:30</strong>
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				He knew that deep down she was still submissive to him. Part of him hoped that she always would be, though he wasn't sure if it was alright for him to think that way. "Well, you are quite attractive to me right now either way." he said almost playfully. <br><br>True to her word, it did indeed sting when she applied the wet cloth. Richard gritted his teeth as it felt like the warm water was liquid fire being applied to his leg, but he managed to avoid crying out or cursing. All he did was squeeze his hands into fists. <br><br>The idea that she was planning on taking care of herself was something of a relief. Richard had feared that she would neglect herself and focus completely on taking care of him. If the situation were reversed, he would consider doing exactly that. "Still, I want to take care of you for a little while. I'm a long way from 100%, but there are a few things I can do that might be able to make you feel a little better." <br><br>He let his eyes drift shut as she worked on his leg. He hadn't gotten a great deal more sleep than she had the last few days. His hunt to find her had been all consuming. "You've been all I've been able to think of since you were taken." he said quietly. "Every day, I thought about what it would be like to hold you, to hear your voice, or to touch you. I..." he almost told her what a terrible price he had paid to get her back from the traitors, but she didn't need to hear that right now. "I would have paid any price to have you back." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 03:48:17</strong>
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				A smile curled her lips as he said that she was attractive to him. She liked being attractive to him. Her eyes lifted to his face briefly before she glanced down and focused once more on the task at hand. She watched his fists clenched and was rather impressed that he didn't cry out or curse. She was no stranger to cursing. She had lived with demons for a few centuries and they hadn't censored themselves for her sake. <br><br>She glanced up at she cleaned the would and he spoke, looking back to what she was doing. "I think I would have to protest." She managed softly. "You should be focusing on getting better not taking care of me. I'm not the one with a deep gash." She protested softly. But she wouldn't argue with him either. She would however disagree in this particular instance even if it wasn't entirely a submissive trait to do so. He was injured. And she was scared because of that injury. "I would much rather be doing things to make you feel better." She told him softly. "That is my job too you know." <br><br>She set the bloody rag aside once the wound was as clean as she could get it and he spoke again. She knew what he was saying, that he likely would have died to free her, that he may have nearly died to save her. She looked up at him as she washed her hands and took the salve from the table. "Why?" She asked him curiously. "Have I become so important to you?" She leaned over his leg her fingers gently spreading the salve along the wound thoroughly before she reached for the clean bandages she got from the innkeeper. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 04:29:46</strong>
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				He smiled faintly at the idea that she would protest to him wanting to do something to help her. "You are doing a great deal to make her feel better, much better than just cleaning and bandaging the wound." Just knowing that she was alright took a great deal of weight off his chest. The anticipation of holding her against him made him feel like he could do anything. "I just like doing things for you, the same way that you like doing things for me." <br><br>She thought she knew what he was saying, about hypothetically losing anything in order to get her back, but that wasn't exactly what he meant. He would do whatever it took to get her back, but he wasn't talking about hypothetical. He had actually made a choice to get her back, something that could very well impact their future. Part of him wanted to tell her about it now, but he didn't want to burden her with things that they couldn't change right now. Better to let her be happy that at least they were together again. <br><br>Richard smiled faintly at her question. "Of course you are dear to me. I told you before that I feel the same connection to you that you feel to me, though I'm probably not as tuned to fate as you are. I know enough to realize that I'm happy when you are in my arms, and feel like I've lost a part of myself when you are gone.&nbsp; I haven't felt anything like that for years." He stroked her cheek gently. "Don't underestimate how dear you are to me." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 04:44:23</strong>
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				She liked that he enjoyed doing things for her, as she enjoyed doing things for him, she just didn't want him doing too much at the moment, he had a severe injury. He couldnt down play something that she could see with her own eyes. Not really. She wrapped the bandage around it carefully. With the water to clean it and the salve it would help to stop the bleeding, the compression of the bandage as well too would help. She would have to change it again later once the bleeding was entirely stopped but so long as it didn't get infected, which she would make sure it didn't, he would be alright. <br><br>As he spoke of how dear she was to him, and that he felt that connection a part of her felt horribly guilty. When she thought that he was dead she had lost her faith, her strength, in fate and in everything. She had given up because she thought he was lost to her. She had been ready and fully prepared to die. She cast her gaze down somewhat as he stroked her cheek. She had thought it was her fault that he was dead, even though he wasn't truly dead. <br><br>"When I thought you were dead." She said softly after his leg was bandaged, still on her knees in front of him. "I lost faith in fate, and.... I gave up." She murmured quietly. "I thought it was my fault that you were dead. That had you not found me, had I not gone with you, you wouldn't have felt obligated to come for me and you wouldn't have died. I started to think fate wasn't real, but I was still determined to keep the promise I made." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 05:24:40</strong>
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				As she spoke, he took her hands and gently pulled her so that she sat down on his good leg, with her legs dangling between his. He let a hand rest on her waist and tugged her close enough that he could plant a tender kiss on her forehead. The fact that felt guilty about losing faith only made her more lovely to him. <br><br>"You shouldn't feel bad about losing faith. You had one good thing thing in your life, and you thought that you had lost it. Frankly, the fact that you've been able to hold on after everything that you have suffered through is nothing short of amazing to me." <br><br>He ran his fingers through her hair, something that he had desperately missed over the last few days. "I don't want you to have to suffer from losing me, but if my death could get you out of a situation like one you were in today, I would accept that. When I swore to protect you, I knew what that could cost me." He took her hand and squeezed it gently. "The important thing is that we are safe and we are together." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 05:36:00</strong>
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				She shifted and rose up. Sitting on his leg lightly. She glanced down at his bad leg briefly to make sure that it wasn't bleeding through the bandages, she was glad that it wasn't and she rested on his lap. She was still rather tense, she couldn't help it. <br><br>As he spoke she smiled at him, her eyes moving over his face. They had both been through a lot in the past week. It honestly scared her, the thought of him having died. Of course he hadn't but she knew that if she ever did lose him. She wouldn't survive it. <br><br>As his fingers moved through her hair she closed her eyes relishing in that familiar feeling a shiver racing up along her spine. Just that simple action making her slowly relax. though as he spoke she sighed softly. He didn't understand. If he died trying to save her... she wouldn't survive it. She leaned toward him. Her forehead leaning against his lightly as she breathed slowly. "Yes we are safe, and together." She murmured. Trying not to think about bad things. She pushed the fact that he was so mortal from her mind refusing to think about it right now, refusing to consider his death or anything remotely related to it. Or the fact that... he was going to age, and she wouldn't. The thought didn't even occur to her until recently. <br><br>Her hands lifted and stroked the sides of his face lovingly. "I just don't think I can be without you." She told him. "I don't know why, I don't understand how a being can love so quickly, I can hardly fathom my own emotions let alone the connection I feel. I just... I can't do that again. I can't think that your gone forever again. I can live with you not wanting me. I can live with you sending me away. I can not live with you not being alive and well." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 05:57:03</strong>
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				His own mortality was the last thing on his mind right now. Richard was just honestly relieved to have found her. When he had discovered that he was too late to stop her from being taken, he had feared that he had failed once again, and that he would lose Aurelia the same way that he had lost Kim. She wasn't the only one who had desired to just give it all up, at least for a little while. <br><br>As she finished speaking, he leaned down and started planting kiss after gentle kiss on her neck. "I'm not going to ever stop wanting you around. I'm never going to send you away. And I'm starting to accept that you aren't going to decide you don't want to be around me. I'm your home for life." <br><br>He stopped kissing her neck and looked into her eyes as he brushed a few loose strands of her hair aside. "Here is what we are going to do. You are going to take off that makeshift clothing of yours and climb into bed with me. We are both going to get a little bit of rest until they come to tell us that the meals and bath are ready. Once you get out of the bath, we are going to have a good night sleep before we have to move on. Ok?" This was the first time he had ever really been assertive with her, but he did it in a gentle way. He was still coming to terms with the fact that he was the more dominant one in this relationship. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 06:22:58</strong>
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				A smile curled her lips as he began to plant kiss after kiss upon her neck. She turned her head slightly, enjoying each touch of his lips upon her soft skin. He would find that the once raw skin from the iron collar was pretty much healed save for some discoloration of her skin and some remaining scarring. She bit her bottom lip softly. As he spoke her breath caught in her throat slightly as he spoke, her heart warming at what he said. "I've never had a home for life." She murmured to him. <br><br>Just the way he spoke, the way he seemed so sincere made her want to melt against him. She felt so safe with him, despite what had happened. She nuzzled him softly as she sat there. Listening to what he said to her. She liked his commanding tone the way he was taking control even when he was so injured. <br><br>She lifted her head to look at him properly and nodded softly. "As you wish." She reached up and stroked his cheek softly before she stood, rising off his knee slowly. She reached up and slowly she untied and untucked the makeshift dress she wore. She dropped it. Though her body was still carefully wrapped in her own wings. She slowly and agonizingly uncoiled her wings from around herself. Revealing a naked body beneath the silken wings. She was ironically not that dirty given her time as the men's captive. She stepped toward him and stood in front of him, her wings once more at her back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 06:39:40</strong>
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				He had been a little bit worried that she wouldn't react well to being told what to do so directly. Thankfully, that didn't seem to really be a concern. He really was her master. At first, he had been so opposed to the idea, but now it seemed somewhat natural. People gave themselves to others, didn't they? Aurelia was right, those people loved their masters, and obeyed them because they wanted to. Aurelia had proven tonight that she could take care of things and act as his equal when she needed to. He wasn't taking advantage of her. <br><br>Richard slowly and carefully stood up and she removed her wings from their position around her body, revealing her naked form to him. While Richard knew that he was a handsome man, it was still hard to believe that someone as absolutely stunning as her could choose to be with him. <br><br>He only let himself stare at her for a moment before he walked past to make his way to the bed. "When I'm better, I'm going to show you the difference between sex and making love. I'm going to treat you the way that you deserve to be treated." Almost losing her had made him forget all about feeling uncomfortable on the topic of sex with her. Now he wanted her, admitted it to himself, and he didn't mind telling her so. <br><br>After a moment, he made his way to the bed, laid down, and left room for her to curl up beside him to relax for a little. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 12:06:12</strong>
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				Aurelia would always obey him as her Master, no matter what he wanted her to do, she would do it, because that was how it worked, but she was not simple minded or weak either. And he was certainly not taking advantage of her. She could hold her own, and take care of things. That she proved well enough today she hoped. Though she had never had to do such things before, or at least not that she could remember she was capable of those things. She could take control of a situation when she needed to. Like today with the innkeeper, and before that, finding something to wear, fashioning a makeshift gown and even getting herself weapons and treating his wound, without using her abilities to do so. Though she was still rather annoyed that he wouldn't let her she obeyed. <br><br>She watched him as he looked at her form. Aurelia found Richard extremely handsome. She has since she met him really, and more so each day she knew him. Personally Aurelia found inner beauty far more potent then the outer but Richard had both going for him. Which made him particularly unique. <br><br>She turned slightly watching him make his way to the bed her eyes moving over him slightly. When he spoke she perked a brow, then flushed bright red at his words. He had been far less open about the topic before and she couldn't help but wonder why he was more open about it now. "You already treat me well." She told him soothingly as she moved toward the bed to join him. Though she had no idea what the difference truly was between sex and making love. <br><br>Climbing into the bed next to him she settled down beside him. She lay on her side facing him, her wings draped over the edge of the bed as she pressed her warm naked body against his beneath the blankets. She would curl one of her legs around his uninjured one. Her arm sliding across his body and curling around his hips as she nuzzled her head close to him. "You were very hesitant about such things before." She murmured against his skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 17:35:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He put an arm around her waist and held her close as she curled up against him. Holding Aurelia like this was making him realize just how tired he was, but he wanted to talk to her at least a little before he went to sleep. <br><br>Richard blushed slightly as she pointed out that he was approaching the matter of them differently. That was certainly true, but he wasn't sure how to explain it. "I thought I just wanted to protect you before. I wanted to give you time to figure things out before we took things to the next level. It wasnt until I thought that I had lost you that I realized how much I really want from you. I want to take care of you, to be with you. I want you to be mine." He surprised himself with his honesty, but in many ways he trusted her as much as he had trusted anyone. <br><br>He realized he had to tell her what was going on. She deserved to know what he was thinking. "I'm not sure that I am a knight anymore. I abandoned my post to find you. I couldn't very well move the army from its mission to get you back, so I left. By now, they will have sent a note to the king, telling him of my actions. If he isnt satisfied with my explaination, he will remove my title." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 00:55:51</strong>
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				As he slid his arm around her she shifted slightly and smiled. She enjoyed being close to him, his arm around her. The warmth of his body against hers. It made her feel good. She nuzzled him slightly with a sigh passing her lips and looked up at him. <br><br>His words warmed her, that he wanted her, when he said that she was his she tightened her arm around his hips. "Yours." She said with a soft whisper. She liked the idea of being his and his alone. No one elses and no one could claim her but him. She belonged to him. She scooted closer to him. Until every inch of her naked body was pressed against his tightly. Which caused a rather interesting reaction in her despite her exhaustion. That tingling warmth shooting up through her body light lightening making her shiver. <br><br>When he spoke again, being honest with her and telling her his thoughts she frowned however, her eyebrows creasing. The idea that he might not be a knight anymore truly bothered her. He had always wanted to be a knight. He had told her that himself when he had told her about his wife. She clung to him a little blinking as she realized that he might have lost his title which she knew was important to him... because of her. "Maybe I can help him to understand?" She asked him looking up at him. "I don't want you to lose your title, I know how important it is to you, I don't want you to lose your knighthood because of me. You said yourself you always wanted to be a knight." She looked rather sad at the idea that she might have cost him something he had worked so hard for. "I'm sorry." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 01:27:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard loved the way that she took so well to being hers. He loved it almost as much as the fact that she was indeed his. If he wasn't so painful for him to move right now, he would have craned his neck to kiss her. <br><br>He frowned when she reacted badly to the idea that he could lose his title. In truth, the idea that he might not be a knight anymore did bother him. Since Kim had died, he had defined himself by his career. Even when he had been married to Kim, part of him had always put being a knight first. Had he&nbsp; rushed off to save Aurelia, putting his career in danger, out of fear that his job would cost him another woman who was dear to him? He hadn't really thought about why he was doing it. She was taken, and he did whatever it took to get her back. Even if he did end up losing his title, he wouldn't regret the decision. <br><br>"You have nothing to apologize for, sweetie." he assured her. "I would do it all again if it meant saving you, even if it means that I really do lose my title.&nbsp; I swore to protect you, and that vow beats out my duty to the crown. Even if it didn't, I would sacrifice my job to protect you in an instant." He shifted his weight enough that he could tuck a few hairs behind her ear. "I told you before, don't underestimate how dear you are to me." He wasn't ready to say that he loved her yet, but he was closer than he would have thought possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 01:40:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help but worry over his title she knew how much it meant to him, how much he had worked to get to where he was, and the idea that he might lose it all because of her it just tore at her a little because she knew how important it had been to him. It made her heart sink just a little to think that him having come to rescue her yet again, might cost him such an important thing. Though she didn't understand titles she did understand that it was something important. She gazed up at him, her eyes were that silvery blue color again no longer that deep grey they had been when she was kidnapped or right afterward. <br><br>As he spoke telling her that she had nothing to apologize for she still felt as though she did. Though that he would do it all again, even given that it meant he might lose his title warmed her. She slid her hands softly along his lower stomach and sighed a little. She worried that her coming into his life might well change his life entirely, well she knew it was going to, it already was wasn't it?<br><br>"I would sacrifice anything to protect you." She murmured softly and smiled, looking slightly amused. "I can see it now, the two of us pushing each other out of harms way. We will confuse our foe so much he will simply walk away." She teased lightly. Though the worry of his title still went round in her head, she however tried to say nothing of it for now, simply because she wanted him to rest. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 02:17:15</strong>
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				"I didn't tell you what happened because I wanted you to worry or feel bad about it. I just wanted you to understand why things are going to play out the way that they are. We might not be going back to the army or anything like that. I don't know what is going to happen next. I just know that I want to be completely honest with you. Whatever we do, we do it together." <br><br>He smiled faintly as she promised that she would do anything to protect him. "I know you would, sweetie." he promised. "And I would do anything to protect you." He let out a deep breath. "Even if I don't answer to the crown anymore, I would still be a knight. I could travel the country and right wrongs. I would still be doing what I love." He was trying to convince himself as much as he was her here. He knew what he was describing wouldn't be the same thing as what he did now. Still, he didn't regret leaving to find her. <br><br>"I don't want to spend all evening talking about my job. We have more interesting things to talk about." He gave her back a gentle rub. "Besides, we've had a lot of things go wrong today. I just want to take a few minutes to be happy that I have you back before things get chaotic again." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 04:12:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew that he didn't tell her to worry her or upset her but she still felt horribly guilty about it. This was something that he loved, something that he had strived for a great deal of his life, and then it was his life. And his coming for her, it might well take that away from him. The idea of it really bothered her. She felt completely and utterly responsible for it. She tucked her head against him. "I know." She murmured softly. <br><br>Though as he spoke she knew that he was trying to convince himself of it to, knew that he was trying to make the best out of situation that neither of them was happy about. She hugged his hips tightly, careful of his injuries. Injuries she still wanted to heal, and would have if he hadn't told her that she couldn't. She would bare his pains if he would let her. But she knew he wouldn't. <br><br>When he said that they had more interesting things to talk about, that he wanted them to be happy before things got chaotic she nodded her head against him lightly. She then peered up at him her silvery blue eyes softly. She lifted her hand, her fingertips lightly stroking along his jaw line. She nuzzled his chest. "Fate's not going to make it easy for us, is she?" She laughed softly as she spoke and turned her head to kiss his chest softly and smiled lightly. "I cant take your wounds away because you said no. But I can make your pain less if you let me. No healing, I promise."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 04:31:52</strong>
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				He let his hand rest on the back of her head, playing with her hair softly. "I don't think fate has ever taken it easy on either of us before. I don't expect to change that now." In truth, if he decided that he believed in fate, he would believe that they had already been given everything that they needed to overcome all of this pain and struggle. <br><br>"You already do." he said quietly, and he meant it. He had been hurt like this a few times in the past, and he was always much more aware of the wound than he was now. Her presence made it easier for him to ignore his pain and focus on how happy he was to have her back. He was sure that wasn't what she meant though. <br><br>His first instinct was to agree to the suggestion, but a question in the back of his mind gave him pause. "When you healed me, you took the injury from me and took it onto yourself. If you take away my pain, would you take that on yourself as well?" The look in his eyes would make it clear that if the answer was 'yes,' she would not be allowed to do whatever she had in mind. Richard was intent on easing her suffering, not adding to it because of his own problems. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 04:48:57</strong>
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				No, fate had certainly not taken it easy on either of them. So she assumed that maybe their future would one day be easier. Perhaps they would have very good things to come, rewards of sorts. Or at least she hoped. She hoped that life would not always be this hard for them. It wouldn't be fair if it was. She watched him, her eyes moving along his face as she leaned up slightly to look at him. <br><br>She knew the concept of course that happiness could take pain away, he did that for her, and in a since that was somewhat what she was getting at really. She chewed on her bottom lip lightly as her hair teased his chest some as she looked at him. She knew that he was worried about her taking pain onto herself for him but that wasn't what she had in mind to help him with his pain. <br><br>She shook her head softly, as she knew that he wouldn't let her do such a thing anyway. "No." She said softly. "Nothing like that, I know you wouldn't let me do such a thing anyway." She smiled at him softly. "I had something different in mind." She told him honestly, "Will you let me try?" She asked him, one eyebrow lifting curiously as she watched him, her silvery blue eyes moving along his face. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 04:57:27</strong>
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				He loved seeing that light in her eyes just as much as he loved the feeling of her hair across his bare waist. If his injury would have allowed it, he would have rolled them over so he was on top and started to kiss her quickly and passionately. From there, one thing certainly would have led to another. Unfortunately, it would be a few days before he could do that. <br><br>Richard smiled faintly at the idea that she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't allow her to suffer for him. The way that she phrased her answer made it sound like she wasn't going to be using her powers at all, which made him quite curious. <br><br>"I trust you." he said with a small smile. "Try whatever you want to try, but on one condition. Before you go to bed, I get to do something that I think will make you feel better. I promise, it won't be anything that makes my condition worse or anything like that. Just something I want let you try that will hopefully help to start making up for the experiences of the last few days." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 05:11:27</strong>
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				For a moment she had to wonder if he was going to let her do anything at all to try and help make him feel better, her eyes peering up at him curiously until he answered her. Though with what he said, she couldn't help but tilt her head curiously at him wondering what it was that he wanted to do to make up for what had happened the past few days. None of it was his fault of course. "None of what happened was your fault." She assured him. "But I certainly wont argue if that's the one condition." She said softly. <br><br>A smile curled her lips briefly and then she blushed slightly, she nibbled her lips softly before she shifted in the bed. She moved over him slightly, and leaned down, her lips lightly brushing against his, her mouth moving along his slowly. She let her teeth softly graze his bottom lip, quickly followed by a light lap of her tongue. She then started to kiss slowly from his lips down along his chin, and his jaw, to his neck. <br><br>She smiled as her mouth moved along his skin. She liked kissing him. She liked the feel of his skin beneath her lips and the idea of what she wanted to do, so long as he didn't stop her before she could do it. She wanted him to forget about his pain. To ease his pain. She knew a way to do that. If there was one thing she had learned to do over centuries of slavery it was how to distract a male from things. And this time she actually wanted to do it. Her lips moved over his neck, teeth grazing softly before moving lower, kissing along his collar bone softly as one hand started to stroke along his chest gently dipping lower to slide along his stomach. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 05:34:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard knew that what had happened to her wasn't his fault, but that didn't change his desire to make her feel better. Thankfully, she agreed to his condition without putting up a fight, so he gave her a nod of approval to do whatever she was going to do.<br><br>Even though he had suspected that her plan wouldn't use her magic, he was still pleasantly surprised when she started to kiss her way from his lips to his collarbone. Richard returned the kisses, matching her passion, until she moved her lips from his and he no longer could. Even as he could no longer kiss her, he put a hand on her side and let it follow her body as she moved. <br><br>Even the brief time she had spent playing with him already were enough to start to make him erect. With his clothing gone and the sheets out of the way, she would be able to see just how profound of an effect her actions were having on him. Richard started to grip the sheets with his free hand, while the other hand just enjoyed the feeling of the warmth and softness of her body. "I've all but forgotten about whatever pain I was in." he said quietly. "You are amazing." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 05:47:20</strong>
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				A shiver raced up along her spine as his hand slid along her body with her movements. She knew that he was growing aroused by the way his body felt beneath hers. Her eyes shifting to his hand as it bunched in the sheets. Her own skin began to heat up, her breasts brushed against his skin, hard nipples sliding against his chest as her lips slid along her collar bone. Her teeth grazing his skin deliciously. Her own body grew hotter by the second. <br><br>She never grew aroused before, by pleasing another, granted she had only pleased one other before. It had never aroused her not once, but with him... she was getting aroused by her own actions. The idea of pleasing him, making him forget all about his pain, making him forget everything except for what she was doing, it made her tingle and warm in places she didnt know she had. It made her squirm slightly as her lips moved downward along his chest. <br><br>As he spoke her eyes lifted, peering up at him from beneath long eyelashes. "I want to make you forget everything." She whispered her breath hot against his skin. Her hand on his stomach slid lower along his body sliding along his hip. She shifted her hand so that her nails teased his hip softly and caressed along that area, not yet touching that particular hardening area which was perking her interest more and more as she kissed lower, her hair dragging like silk along his skin as she went. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 16:45:53</strong>
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				Up until a few moments ago, Richard never would have believed that someone could make him forget about the pain and fatigue that he was experiencing, but after just a few moments, she was coming close to pulling it off. He was only beginning to understand the calming effect that she had on him. At any other point in his life, the concept of losing his royal commission would have devastated him. Now, with her, it was just a minor obstacle that he had to overcome. All that mattered was that he had her once more. <br><br>Even with his leg damaged, as she kissed her way down his body, he was tempted to grab hold of her and show her what it was like to make love. They were both completely exhausted though, and she hadn't eaten in days. When they were together for the first time, he wanted it to be something magical. <br><br>He gave a gentle laugh as her hair tickled his body. His erection was practically begging for her attention, but for the moment, Richard was content to let her do whatever she wanted. "What are you going to do next?" he asked curiously. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 01:22:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn't matter to Aurelia that she was exhausted or that she hadn't eaten in days, it didn't matter that she had just been through a terrible ordeal. All that mattered in that very moment was making him feel better. Taking his pain away, and making him forget about the bad things that had happened including the possibility of him losing his title which was an unfortunately very real thing that could happen that she knew was her fault. <br><br>For now however she wanted him to think about other things before they rested, much different things. She slid down along his body, smiling softly as he laughed when her hair teased along his body. She giggled her, lips sliding along his bare skin. As she moved lower, the tip and shaft of his erection would slid again one of her breasts softly. The feel of that against her skin caused her to tense, that feeling inside of her growing ten fold until she squirmed slightly and found herself shifting to press her own thighs together. She's never felt arousal so intensely before. <br><br>At his question she peered up at him along his body and she smiled at him. "Something you're going to like." She whispered across his skin, and slid herself down further until her face was level with his erect shaft. She smiled to herself and then leaned down, letting the tip drag along her cheek softly before she turned her head and the tip drug along her lips, her tongue flicking out to paint along the tip of his cock. If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was please a man. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 02:12:26</strong>
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				Even as she laughed, he could see that look of guilt in her eyes. Richard would do anything to take that guilt away from her, but he knew that it wouldn't be that easy. Even though he wasn't ready to say that he loved her yet, if she had lost something that she cared about because she was trying to help him, he suspected that he wouldn't be able to eliminate the feeling of guilt until he found some way to fix it for her. He suspected it would be much the same for her. <br><br>Richard caught the way that she shifted as she moved down his body, and unlike her, he knew exactly what that meant. He thought back to his earlier promise to do something to make her feel better, and part of him wished that he could do something like that now. Most of his mind, however, was perfectly content to sit back and let her do whatever she wanted to him. <br><br>He gripped the sheets tighter as she brushed his shaft with her cheek, then let her tongue slide across it. He gave a little shudder of pleasure as he felt his desire escalate. "I already knew you were amazing." he whispered, his voice playful, "But I had no idea you could make me feel so...ooh." He let his eyes drift shut and he just laid there for a moment, grinning. His leg clenched a little as she worked, which hurt a little, but he hardly noticed with everything else he was feeling. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 02:25:58</strong>
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				Silvery blue eyes brightened as she gazed up at him, her tongue dancing along the tip slowly as he shuddered. She had never taken pleasure in pleasing before until now. She had never been so aroused because of pleasing before until now. It was almost too much. She had to squeeze her legs together and even then she could feel moisture between her own thighs as her tongue licked along his tip, tracing the ridges of the head slowly as he spoke. <br><br>A smile curled her lips as he seemed to be unable to complete his sentence. She leaned down and slowly, she licked up along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, her wet warm tongue slid upward and then once she reached the head her mouth opened to wrap around him. She moaned as her lips encased him, that simple sound vibrating through his sensitive flesh as she started to suck on him, her mouth lowering along his erection. <br><br>She didn't once close her eyes, they remained open, peering up at him. Her hand lifted sliding up his uninjured leg with the other caressed along his stomach. Her hand crept up slowly until she cupped his balls. She slid him half way into her mouth, her tongue putting pressure on the underside of his shaft as she sucked and then she started back up again to whirl her tongue around before dipping back down sliding him just a little deeper this time, another vibrating moan escaping her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 03:13:54</strong>
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				He let himself keep his eyes shut and just enjoy what she was doing for a moment, then he opened his eyes, wanting to get a good look at her. Her eyes were sparkling now, not the dull grey that they had been when he had first found her. It was amazing how her eyes could change like that, conveying her emotions so clearly. Her eyes were even more amazing to him than her wings. <br><br>Each moan that she let out sent breathtaking vibrations through him. Richard shuddered gently, and Aurelia would feel his erection throb in her mouth. He was struggling to control his breathing, but it was picking up anyways. His heart was pounding in his chest, and the wound on his leg was temporarily forgotten. It had been a long time since Richard had experienced pleasure like this, and he honestly hadn't been sure that it was something he would ever feel again. <br><br>Richard let out another moan of pleasure. "I'm not going to be able to hold out against this kind of attention for very long." he warned gently. He wasn't sure if she was going to want to swallow his seed. Despite the pleasure he was feeling, he found himself wondering if the demon had made her swallow its seed. Did she had negative memories of this thing that she was pushing past for his behalf? The thought of her being used against her will made him shudder in a different kind of way. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 04:20:23</strong>
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				Any negative memories she had performing this act in the past, was wiped away by performing it now. It was better now. She knew that he wasn't going to hurt her, force her to do anything she didn't want to do. She was doing this because she wanted to do it. Doing it because she well, she was enjoying it. That was evident from the moisture dripping down her inner thighs which surprised even her as her head bobbed up and down along his swollen length. <br><br>His words filled her ears and she didn't mind how long it took him to hold out. She was intrigued in all honest as to how his seed would taste in her mouth. Her memories of it before hadn't been pleasant but he was not a demon. He wouldn't taste the same as a demon. She massaged his balls, and with his words she didn't stop, in fact she took him deeper. <br><br>Adjusting her body slightly over his she positioned herself so that she could take his length entirely into her mouth. First his tip would press against the entrance to her throat for a moment until she relaxed her throat and then she took a breath through her nose before she forced him in. The muscles of her throat tightening around him as she sucked on him. Her hand on his stomach caressed, nails sliding along his skin teasingly. She held him briefly completely buried in her mouth and throat. Her nose pressed against his pubic bone before her head started to bob up and down once more, this time her mouth taking his entire length each time she went down with a more passionate moan. Her legs shifted and she straddled his uninjured leg. <br><br>She wanted him to see that she wasn't bothered by what she was doing. So that he would know that this wasn't... like it was before. That it was having a very different effect on her. As her knees parted while she straddled his leg she pressed her heat against him. He'd feet slick inner thighs brush his leg, and wet heated lower lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 04:41:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If the pleasant look in her eyes hadn't been enough to convince Richard that she didn't have any doubts or bad memories associated with what she was doing, the dampness he saw when she moved her thighs would have done it. The fact that she was this excited just to be pleasing him made Richard blush a bit. He vowed that he would do something to please her in turn before they left this room tomorrow morning. <br><br>The pressure towards climax had been building quickly before, but it came on like lightning once she fully took him into her mouth. Richard held out for as long as he could, hoping to savor this moment of real pleasure and contentment, but there was only so much that he could take. He let out a cry of pleasure as he came within her mouth. His entire body shuddered with delight as it happened, and he gripped the sheets as hard as he possibly could. it had been far, far too long since he had experienced anything like that. <br><br>Even after he finished, it took a moment for his breathing to start to calm down and for his heart rate to return to normal. Richard slowly let go of the sheets and gave Aurelia a caring grin. "Knight or not, I am the luckiest man in the world." he said quietly, and he meant it. It wasn't just what had happened now either, though that had been lovely. Aurelia just brought out the best in him, made him feel a sense of peace. Even now, when he was tired and sore, he wouldn't trade a minute with her for anything. He held out his arms so that she could curl up beside him once more. "Come here, sweetie." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 05:06:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes were becoming an almost metallic blue as she watched him, as he got closer to finding pleasure, her mouth wrapped around him tightly, sucking on him as her mouth moved up and down over his length, enjoying the taste of his skin between tight lips and swirling tongue. A shudder racing through her own spine. She moaned, her body a tight coil of arousal. <br><br>As he gripped the sheets tightly she knew that he was about to explode. As his shaft pulsed between her lips her eyes fluttered slightly and she increased the suction of her mouth, and the muscles of her throat convulsed, swallowed, literally milking his length as he started to climax. The taste of him spilled into her mouth and she found that she was pleasantly surprised by the taste of him. Hot and salty, not like what she had been used to before. It was a taste she found she liked rather then a taste she was repulsed by. She moaned at the taste of his pleasure letting it slide down her throat as he cried out, her lips squeezing him as she sucked. <br><br>When finally he finished her mouth lifted from him. Letting his tip slide along her chin slightly. her eyes nearly glowing and her lips parted slightly giving her a sultry sort of look as she gazed up at him. A smile curled her mouth as he spoke. "I'm the lucky one." She argued softly with a teasing look and then she slid up along his body, careful of his leg as he told her to come to him. She curled her arm around him nuzzling up against him. Breathing somewhat heavily as she felt like little bolts of electricity was dancing along just under her skin. She pressed a soft kiss against his chest. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 22:19:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard doubted very much that she was the lucky one in this relationship. From what he had seen of Aurelia so far, she was limitless kindness, strength, and loyalty. He was becoming even more determined to do whatever it took to protect her than he had been before. <br><br>As she curled up beside him, Richard carefully rolled onto his side so that his wounded leg was elevated and his waist was pressed against hers. He let his hand drift through her hair for a moment before he moved his hand to the side of her breast and started to massage it gently. There weren't a lot of things he could do to make her feel good at the moment, but hopefully he could touch her in ways that she would enjoy. <br><br>"Tell me again that you love me." he whispered lightly, looking into her perfect eyes as he spoke. He knew that it was true, of course, but hearing her say it a minute ago had made him feel amazing. He hoped that the effect would be as profound the second time he heard it as well. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 01:08:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aurelia didn't doubt it. She knew she was the lucky one, to have found someone that seemed willing to go out of their way and do anything to make sure that she was safe. He might even lose his knighthood because he wanted to keep her safe. <br><br>She wiggled slightly against him as he turned himself onto his side frowning slightly as she looked down, a bit worried about his leg. She didn't want him to hurt himself, or make his wound bleed worse. She didn't expect anything from him in return for what she had done for him that was for sure. She didn't know there was anything he could do in return for her actually. She blinked up at him slightly and as his hand slid through her hand then down to her breast she found her lips parting and a faint whimper escape her lips. <br><br>At his words she smiled, squirming as his hand massaged and the whisper of his words moved through her ears like a soothing balm. "I love you." She said with a shiver of delight, her silvery eyes peering into his to show the truth of her feelings to him. She really did love him, there was no doubting that. Despite the length of time which might seem meniscule to some, she did love him. She couldn't help it. Her hand lifted sliding up over his upon her breast, one leg bending at the knee as she tried to stay still but it was infinatly hard to with his hand upon her body. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 02:29:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She might be surprised and pleased with his efforts to please her, but Richard found himself wishing that he could do more for her. Thankfully she seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. For his part, Richard loved the feel of her breasts. <br><br>He grinned as she repeated what she had said before. Even without looking into her eyes, he knew that she meant what she was saying. He leaned forward to brush his lips against hers and massaged her breasts a little more intently. "I know you do." he whispered. <br><br>Richard leaned forward to kiss her again, but hesitated when he heard a knock at the door. The innkeeper called through the door, "Your bath is ready, and the meals are waiting." When she checked outside, she would find a pair of sandwiches and two glasses of water. <br><br>Richard smiled faintly. "You should eat and enjoy your meal. We still have a lot of resting to do." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 02:43:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh she was surprised and pleased both, but found that his efforts though pleasing seemed to arouse her all the more it was an arousal that grew causing the tightly wound coil within her to wind tighter and tighter as he massaged her breast. She bit her lip as he teased her. A shiver racing through her body as if lightening were shooting up along her spine. It seemed every where he touched it felt like burnless flames were licking along her skin. <br><br>When he leaned toward her and brushed his lips against hers she moaned softly against his mouth, her head lifting slightly, his whispered words against her mouth caused her to sigh against his lips, her breath hot on his mouth. <br><br>When the knock came and the innkeeper called out she slumped against the bed slightly a frustrated sigh escaping her, likely the first he's ever heard from her. She opened her eyes fulling glancing toward the door then at him. "That innkeeper has unfortunate timing." She murmured with a faint grumble before she slid from the bed. Her inner thighs slick with arousal. <br><br>She wrapped her wings around herself and then took up her make shift dress. She wrapped it loosely around her body to open the door seeing the trey outside she brought it into the room setting it on a table before glancing over at Richard. "You should eat too." She told him softly. "Though I find myself extremely distracted now." She gave him a teasing look. "I almost wish that bath I asked for is cold instead of hot." She giggled. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 03:25:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The innkeeper was gone from the hallway by the time Aurelia went to the hallway to pick up theit food. Richard stretched his arm to grab himself a sandwich and took a a bite without getting up. It was far from the best food he had ever eaten, but it was still a bit refreshing. <br><br>"You aren't the only one feeling distracted." he said with a playful smile. Once again, he found himself wishing that he could just take her now. Part of him wanted to believe that he could do it regardless of his injury, but the rational part of his mind knew that it wasn't a good idea. For tonight, he would have to settle for the warmth of her body pressed against his. <br><br>"In a few days, once I'm feeling better, I'll have be able to make you feel even better than you do right now." he promised gently. The feel of her body had left him eager for more. Despite his excitement, he found himself surpressing a yawn. He was only human, after all, and the last few days had been extremely trying. <br><br>"You really do amaze me." he said quietly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 03:46:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew that after they finished eating that she would have to let the innkeeper into the room long enough for him and whoever he had helping him to carry the bath into the room and fill the tub with the water they heated. But it would wait until they finished eating at least. <br><br>Aurelia sat down lightly on the edge of the bed and reached over. She took up the water first and drank nearly the entire glass down before she nibbled at her own food. She was still rather aroused but like him she was tired. She was looking forward to using the hot bath. She would use some of the hot water of course to help him wash up before she used the rest of the water to bath in. She would just let him bathe in it but submerging his wound would cause infection. And that they didn't want. <br><br>She blushed softly at his words and smiled at him. Not knowing that there was such a thing as an orgasm for a woman she wasn't sure how it was possible for her to feel better then she did. "Is that possible?" She asked him softly as she smiled at him her eyes bright as she watched him. <br><br>As he said that she amazed him she blushed and nibbled some more at her food. Gazing away from him. She didn't understand how she could be so amazing. She was a crippled angel, her wings broken so she could not fly, her mind fractured so she could not remember her own past. How did that make her amazing? "I don't feel as though I am." She said honestly. "I wish there was more I could do... more I could remember."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 05:29:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took him a moment to figure out what she meant when she asked if it was possible for her feel better. Of course all of her experience with sex would be with pleasing the demon. She clearly couldn't remember ever experiencing this kind of pleasure before. The thought made him feel more than a little sad. <br><br>Before he tried to explain what sexual pleasure was, he slowly pulled himself into a sitting position so that he was sitting beside her. He put an arm around her waist and kissed her shoulder a few times. "Whatever you felt with the demon, I can tell that it wasn't anything like sex between two loving humans." <br><br>Richard loved that she didn't think that she was special. In his eyes, that made her all the more special. "I don't care that you can't fly. Neither of those things have anything to do with being special. You are special because you are brave, loving, and strong. And you make me feel good." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 18:57:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The idea of feeling pleasure just baffled her, no matter what he said it was simply hard for her to comprehend. It was one of those things that in order for her to understand it she would have to fully experience it to know what he was talking about. She understood male pleasure to an extent but not female pleasure. She smiled as he sat beside her but watched his injured leg carefully as he moved. Not wanting him to harm himself by moving around too much. <br><br>As those soft kisses landed on her shoulder she smiled lightly and blushed, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as his lips brushed her skin and she nibbled at her sandwich. "I know its not like it would be with the demon, but I still don't really understand." She smiled at him. "I suppose I will have to wait and see." She told him truthfully.<br><br>As he told her she was special because of all those things that had nothing to do with what she was she smiled at him. That he thought her special not because of what she was but who she was meant more to her then he likely knew. She leaned over and nuzzled him lightly. Though eventually she did set the sandwich aside, having trouble eating too much like she always seemed to have. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 20:53:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as she indicated that she still didn't get it. Part of him liked that, as it meant that he would get to show her and surprise her. "It won't be long until I can show you what I mean. That salve works wonders on wounds like this. In a few days, I'll be as good as new and you won't have to guess at what I'm talking about." <br><br>Richard craned his neck to kiss her forehead as she nuzzled him. He had meant what he told her a moment ago, she made him feel good. Even in the face of losing his royal commission, he felt a level of peace with her that he hadn't felt since Kim died. <br><br>"Your bath is going to get cold." he said gently, stifling a yawn. "I'm going to lay down for a little bit, but I want you to enjoy yourself and relax for as long as you want. Just curl up beside me when you get tired." His hand around her waist rubbed her side gently. "I've missed going to sleep with you." he whispered. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 08:21:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A blush slid along her cheeks as he spoke of things that might happen when he was healed things that she knew nothing about and things that she would soon learn. She was curious to learn of these things, she couldn't help her curiosity. He could explain it to every detail but she just wouldnt understand it without knowing. She nodded her head softly. "I look forward to that day." She told him honestly. <br><br>With the kisses upon her neck and forehead she closed her eyes, a sigh escaped her lips. She loved the feel of his mouth against her skin and found that it was becoming one of her favorite sensations. His lips on her, and his hands over her body. She never thought she would like such things with any man but with him, it seemed so natural and right. <br><br>As he spoke of her bath she nodded her head softly and smiled at him. "Rest well." She told him and turned to kiss him lightly her hand stroking his cheek softly. "I will sleep beside you as soon as I am finished." She promised him. She then rose, and after making sure that he was covered and of course she was covered by her little make shift dress she would allow the Innkeeper and his help to bring the bath into the room. They filled it with steaming buckets of hot water, adding a few buckets of cooler water so it didn't scald her. <br><br>When they finished she thanked them and once they were gone she shut the door behind them and locked it before letting her makeshift dress drop to the floor. She then started toward the bath. Not entirely sure how it would feel to bathe in warm water. But looking forward to the experience. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 17:34:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard waited a moment after she left before he laid down and pulled the covers over him. With Aurelia gone, he didn't have to hide how much pain he was in, so he started to squirm uncomfortably. She certainly knew that he was hurting, but he didn't want her to feel pressure to heal him, especially when he had no intention of letting her do so. The salve would start to dull the pain soon enough, and it would accelerate the healing so that he would be patched up in a few days. <br><br>Even without Aurelia at his side, he was able to relax almost completely, despite the pain that he was in. Richard had spent the last few days in a constant state of panic, terrified that he had lost her. The fear had gone much deeper than fear of breaking his oath to protect her. He had been terrified that he had lost her from his life. Even though he hadn't known her for long, that idea was terrifying to him. Now that that test was gone, Richard was able to fall asleep quickly. <br><br>While his body relaxed quickly, his mind was still active. He hadn't been asleep long before he started to have nightmares about losing Aurelia. In the nightmares, he saw himself having to watch as she died, and he was unable to stop it. Aurelia would find him tossing and turning when she returned to the bedroom. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 18:00:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once alone with her bath she glanced down at it curiously and then she set aside the make shift gown. Gingerly she stepped into the water and sighed at its warmth before submerging herself into the steaming water with a smile. She settled into the water. Her wings curled in behind her as she sank deeper and enjoyed the warmth on her aching limbs. Every part of her body hurt from being strung up for as long as she had been and&nbsp; the hot water when a long way toward making her feel better. <br><br>She closed her eyes softly and relaxed for what seemed like a long time. Just enjoying the water itself.&nbsp; But eventually she would shift so that she could wash herself with the soap provided for her. She washed herself and her hair. And then would relax a little more as she rinsed herself clean. Though eventually the water would become cooler and she would have to get out. <br><br>Once she did she used the towel and dried herself carefully. She would have to make sure once Richard was rested they brought hot water for him to wash up too, he couldn't take a bath not with his leg as it was but she could wash him, or he could wash himself if he wouldn't let her do it. Once dry she wrapped herself back up in her makeshift dress. <br><br>When she found Richard tossing in the bed she frowned moving toward him she set her makeshift dress back down, as she hardly needed it when she was alone with him. She crawled up into the bed carefully. Worried he might be having bad dreams or that his leg hurt too badly for him to sleep well. As she got into the bed she reached up her hand stroking along his forehead and then his cheek gently. "shh it's okay." She whispered to him while he slept, leaning down she nuzzled her cheek against his hoping that would give him some comfort, her skin smelling fresh and clean as she slowly settled her body closely against his. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 18:38:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard seemed to mostly relax when Aurelia curled up beside him. His hand instinctively went to her waist and rested on her warm body. Holding her made it easy to shift the focus of his dreams to something more pleasant, as he could sense on an instinctive level that she was safe. <br><br>After an hour or so, Richard's eyes fluttered open and he smiled warmly at Aurelia. "You look good." he said quietly. Of course, she always looked exceptionally good, but she looked better now that she was relaxed and smiling. <br><br>He was pleased to see that she had slipped out of the makeshift dress that she was using to hide her wings. While it did its job well, it didn't really suit her. "I've been thinking about the clothing you lost when they took you. We can get you some bulkier clothing to hide your wings, but when we are alone, I was thinking we could have something closer to what you used to wear." <br><br>Richard wasn't used to thinking of himself as her master, so he blushed a little and added, "I'm not trying to control how you dress or anything. I just thought it would be easier to change with your wings if you wore something...smaller." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 21:03:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled faintly as he seemed to relax beside her in the bed. Glad for it really as she didn't want him upset in his dreams. She snuggled her warm body against him. Careful not to accidently heal him much as she wanted to. But of course, she knew that was something he didn't want and she would not disobey him. She nuzzled her face against him gingerly and remained there though she was almost too tired at this point to really sleep. <br><br>When he woke again that hour or so later and he looked at her she peered up at him. Her eyes bright as she gazed up into his. At his words she smiled softly and her hair now dry fell into her face. <br><br>As he spoke of clothing to her she tipped her head lightly to the side. She would need proper clothing for when she had to hide her wings. Because there were those in the world who simply could not know of what she was. Not without causing them danger, they had learned that most recently. But alone... she considered it and nodded her head softly. "As you wish of course." She knew that the smaller clothing would be easier on her wings just as he said. And she also knew he would be able to see her body more easily... she had a feeling that was a promising goal as well but she didn't mention it. <br><br>"It would be easier on my wings... when we are alone and safe." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tormented Angel (JacobJon &amp; DescentIntoDarkness) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jacobjon</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 21:28:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard was relieved when she wasn't offended at his idea of getting her more revealing clothing. There was a logical reason to it, of course, but he still felt a little strange saying it. The idea that she was so compliant with his wishes was still so new. <br><br>He reached across his waist and ran his fingers through her hair. He had been thinking a little about what was coming next. He didn't think that she would like it, but she deserved to know. <br><br>"Once I've had a few days to heal, we're going to have to travel to the capital so I can present myself to the king for judgement." Richard didn't think he would be punished once he explained the story, at least not beyond losing his commision, but he couldn't be sure. "I'll have to set you up in town somewhere where nobody can find you. I have no idea what will happen once they hear of your existance, but I won't allow them to touch you." The king had always seemed like a good man to Rochard. Hopefully he would prove that true and leave Aurelia to Richard's care. 
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