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Post by Silver on Nov 6, 2008 20:09:41 GMT
((These two are adorkable! C: I thought I'd skip past the first bit, sorry if its a bit God moddy! X-x))
Anemone had met Raiden at the school gates, and they'd gone off without detection - at least she thought the had. There hadn't really been anyone else about. No one of importance at least, and to a casual onlooker there was nothing going on. Just Raiden giving Anemone a ride - something plenty of students had seen him do before when they'd gone down to the beach the first time.
Riding a bike was still a bit scary, so Anemone clutched on to Raiden's waist for grim life - finding that she probably should have used his waist when she had travelled with him before. It gave her a lot more to hang on to than just his shoulders. Though before she'd been too shy to even dare. Now however... nothing to it.
Once they arrived at the apartment block and Raiden had pulled the bike to a stop and killed the engine, Anemone stepped off and pulled the helmet off her head, shaking her hair out, while brushing her fingers through it.
"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to bikes..." Anemone murmured, planting the helmet on the back of the bike. "So... where do you live?"
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Post by Mookie on Nov 7, 2008 0:01:34 GMT
It took them only twenty minutes to reach his apartment going full speed on his motorbike. In any normal situation, Raiden wouldn’t drive so fast with a passenger on the back. Except this wasn’t any normal situation and he wasn’t normal Raiden.
The Hanyou grinned at Anemone’s comment. He loved motorbikes. He loved to go fast.
“It’s right there.” He nodded towards the building directly in front of them as he climbed off of his bike. He tucked his keys away into his back pocket and took the helmet Anemone had been wearing from her hands.
“C’mon.” Raiden’s apartment was on the top floor of the building, a luxury studio loft apartment with a crazy amount of space. Despite the fact that he lived on his own, he needed space. He was sure he had something close to claustrophobia, he hated being cooped up in small spaces. Which wasn’t surprising since he’d spent years upon years locked away in a small dingy room.
Once they had reached the top floor, Raiden quickly unlocked the door and ushered Anemone in.
“Home sweet home.” Raiden drawled, flicking up a switch that allowed light to flood through out the entire room.
After wandering over to the kitchen area, that was a part of the living room, he dumped his helmet onto a counter and then headed over to Anemone. Lacing his fingers through her smaller ones, Raiden stepped forward and pressed a light kiss to her lips.
“So. There’s the bathroom.” He pointed towards a door across the spacious room. “There’s also an en-suite toilet in my room. The kitchens just behind us, there’s the balcony and this is the living area.”
His explanation was brief, because to be honest it was pretty clear where everything was in his apartment. That and he was feeling pretty lazy at the moment.
“So, I’m gonna hit the sack.” He explained, scratching behind an ear. “Do you need anything?”
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((OOC: Haha, they are! And it's cool. Sorry for lame post. ;-; I got lazy))
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Post by Silver on Nov 7, 2008 8:38:13 GMT
Anemone followed after Raiden, a little excited (and feeling a bit stupid for being so) to see where he lived. For some reason, she imagined something big... but disorganised. With stuff everywhere; nothing in a place where it should have been.
However, she was mistaken. The apartment itself was big, and when the lights came on, she saw how well lit it was. The complete opposite to her home. But then - she lived in a temple at home usually, and that was lit by candles. Everything was lit by firelight, Yunka refused to have artificial light or artificial anything in the village. Despite consistant offers from companies.
She liked it. The apartment was modern, and it smelt like Raiden; which was a good thing as far as Anemone was concerned. She was surprised there was no Fenrir though - but he might had lived with someone else; it probably wasn't best for a dog to be couped up in doors all the time.
Raiden kissed her briefly, and Anemone giggled to herself. When he mentioned going to sleep, she tugged lightly on his hands, suddenly finding the floor interesting. "Where's your room?" She didn't look up - to shy - but did rub the back of her neck awkwardly. "Uhm... would it be okay if I curled up with you?" Anemone asked, though the sentance came out in a babble so sounded more like: 'umwoubekacurlwiyou?' which only caused Anemone's apparent awkwardness to increase. "I won't do anything... just, kind of... would like to be near you..."
She glanced up briefly and offered a qucik, shy smile, before dropping Raiden's hand and shuffling across the floor for no reason, but just to ease her embarressment.
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Post by Mookie on Nov 12, 2008 23:29:26 GMT
Raiden felt a the corner of his lips quirk up into an almost affectionate smile-grin when Anemone began to mumble shyly. As much as he loves her being naughty, he quite likes shy Anemone.
“Sure, but don’t go sexually harassing me in my sleep.” He warned, his expression serious, though it was quick to slip into a smirk.
The Hanyou crossed the room, taking hold of Anemone’s hand as he passed her by, he led her to his bedroom.
The bedroom is quite simple. The walls are a navy blue and there are no windows. On one side of the room there is a large oak wardrobe and besides it one set of drawers. On the opposite wall is a desk and not too far from it three shelves - stacked with DVDs. In the middle of the room, backed up against a wall is his king size bed, covered in a plain Red duvet. Across from his bed, hung up on the wall is a 42 inch wide screen TV. He doesn’t watch much TV but he likes his movies.
Once Raiden had ushered Anemone in, he closed his bedroom door and crossed over to his desk. Taking over his watch and emptying his pockets, he moved back over to his bed and sat on the end.
“We can watch a movie if you want.” He stated even though he knew he’d end up falling asleep.
Raiden kicked off his heavy boots and pulled his dark shirt up, over his silver locks. Once he had removed his shirt, he shuffled back onto his bed until he reached the headboard. The Hanyou fidgeted with his pillows, tossing one to the end of his bed - seriously he had about six - he’d have to ban Ella from trying to make his room more ‘Room-ly’.
Once comfortable he grabbed a black remote from a side cabinet and used it to switch on his TV. He glanced from his widescreen as it came to life and to Anemone, his left hand patting at the free space besides him on the bed. _____
((OOC: Hey Silver, sorry I haven't been online. Someone I know passed away and to be honest here is the last place I was thinking of. But I'll try to post as much as I can from now on.))
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Post by Silver on Nov 13, 2008 11:45:23 GMT
"I'll do my best to resist." Anemone retorted her tone slightly playful as she followed after Raiden to his bedroom. His tone and expression may have been serious, but Raiden was apparently having trouble hiding his amusement as his expression was replaced by a smirk.
The first thing Anemone noticed about the bedroom was how dark it was. Navy walls and no windows. She found that unusual. her temple had no windows, so it wasn't that weird, but she was under the impression that most bedrooms had windows for ventilation and for looking out over the surrounding area... and whatever else windows were good for. It struck her as odd - but it wasn't a big deal.
It was sparsely decorated, though the multitude of pillows made Anemone think Raiden liked his comfort. The television was a big shock. She hadn't ever seen one quite as large. It seemed a bit over the top, but not out of place. Considering the piles of DVDs on the shelves. The bed was huge. Anemone resisted the temptation to leap on it. It looked like you could get lost in there!
Anemone stood a little sheepishly in the corner close to the door, unsure whether it was okay to come in any further. All her previous confidence that had appeared in the library seemed to have taken a leave of abscence and it was showing. She observed as Raiden empty his pockets and removed his shirt and boots. He slid back to the head of his bed, tossed a pillow to the other end and then patted the place beside him.
A blush trickled onto Anemone's face. She nodded dumbly and shuffled over, pearching on the edge as she fiddled with the buckles and zippers on her boots. She pulled them off in turn, and they were promptly joined by her 3/4 length leggings that she wore most of the time to avoid injuring herself on coral. Or injuring herself in general. The times Raiden had bandaged her legs had both been times she'd ventured out without them on.
After putting her belongings to oneside, Anemone shifted back onto the bed, shuffling towards Raiden and the headboard. She wrestled with a couple of pillows (who needed six?) making herself comfortable and relaxed once she'd found a nice spot to settle in. She was half upright, half slouching, semi-buried in the pillows, lying on her side. "You can put a movie on if you want." She murmured , a little muffled by her position. She grinned at Raiden and stretched. "Its your apartment after all."
((Hey, seriously. Don't worry about it. Life is way more important than this place, this is meant to be fun. As I said in the C-box, get yourself together and post when you can or when you feel like it. Don't force yourself if you don't feel up to it. *hugs*))
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Post by Mookie on Nov 27, 2008 11:25:45 GMT
Rolling his head onto its side so that he was left facing Anemone, Raiden observed the girl before him and wondered what the hell he was doing. Here he was lying on his bed with a girl he wasn’t even going to have sex with.
It was weird and unnerving because he hadn’t ever brought a girl back to his apartment with the intentions of doing.. Well -- doing nothing with her. Doing nothing but lying in bed together seemed a hell of a lot more intimate then having meaningless sex. At least to him it did.
In any normal situation Raiden would have brought a girl back to his apartment, had sex and then kicked her out. There wasn’t ever any sleeping in the same bed. If they fell asleep then he’d just hit the couch. Yet here he was.
But lying here with Anemone didn’t seem as scary as it should have been. In fact he felt oddly at ease in her presence.
Raiden shrugged against the pillows a little and pressed the play button on his control, leaving which ever DVD he had been watching last to play. He turned his attention back to his TV and tucked one hand behind his head, his other resting on his chest.
“Hope you like horror movies.” He mumbled through a large yawn and scratched at his bare chest when the movie began to play. _______
((OOC: sorry for the long wait Silver. And the lame post. x__x))
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Post by Silver on Nov 30, 2008 11:30:44 GMT
((No worries. :B Equally, sorry for the delay, I haven't had much of a muse lately))
Anemone viewed Raiden through half-hooded eyes, smiling a little as she could feel her body beginning to shut down. Raiden's bed was comfortable, and as soon as she'd settled, her limbs had started to become lazy and overly familiar with the matress.
Plus it smelled like Raiden, which was an additional bonus that was making her drowsy.
As he shrugged and turned to face the screen, clicking the remote, her eyes drifted to a close for a moment and she vaguely listened to the DVD started up.
If anyone... anyone from her village knew she was here, knew what has passed between them earlier, or knew what was going to continue you be an addiction, she'd be dead. In a manner on minutes. Hauled up in front of her father and suitably condemned. She knew the consequences for doing anything without her father's expressed permission. And yet here she was. In an apartment belonging to someone older than her, who wasn't a Deitive, who she'd been making out with less than an hour ago, and was in probably the most intimate situation she'd ever been in with.
It was weird.
Usually what her father would think, what her family would think of her was at the forefront of her mind, making her rethink and over analyse her choices and questions. But she'd only thought of either of them twice the whole time - and both times the punishments or repercussions for her behaviour seemed to pale in comparison.
"Horror movie...?" Anemone repeated. Okay - not her favourite genre, but she could manage. Shuffling over the covers towards Raiden, she curled up, nestling against his side shyly resting her hand on his chest, slipping her fingers between his own. She could feel a blush creeping up onto her cheeks so distracted herself by observing the images coming up on the screen.
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Post by Mookie on Jan 4, 2009 21:37:59 GMT
((OOC: Hey! Sorry I haven't been on Silver. I've only just got the internet back. whoop. Anyway, I hope you still want to RP?)) __________ It didn't take long for Raiden to slip into sleep. He'd already been tired and with Anemone snuggled up at his side, warm and comforting, it hadn't been hard.
He'd been sleeping rather peacefully, dreaming of Anemone - her scent still fresh in his mind made it hard for him to dream of anything or anyone else.
The library kiss replayed in his mind. The feel of Anemone in his hands and the soft touch of her lips nipping at his in a heated kiss, repeated over and over.
But his dreams never stayed dreams. Past memories often plague his mind. Turning pleasant dreams into dark nightmares.
Now would be no different.
Before he knew it, Anemone and their surroundings had fallen away, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.
. . . . . .
'Dusk!' a voice giggles, Lilly is four years old and she's holding a frog in her small hands.
'Hurry up Dusk!' She's five and she's tugging at his hand, pulling him through the bustling crowd that populated the market.
'Look after your sister, little angel.' his mothers smile flashes before his eyes - warm and caring, her hand playfully rustling his hair.
'We'll be ok, right?' Lilly stares up at him with innocent unknowing eyes.
'Right, Dusk?'
'...Right?'
Her body is still in his arms, her cheeks cold against his finger tips. She's isn't breathing.
‘Lilly is dead..?’
He’s 13 years old and he’s committed his first murder.
He doesn’t care.
His lips are curled up into a snarl that bares sharp fangs dripping with fresh blood. It’s the first time he’s ripped a mans throat out with his mouth.. it wouldn’t be his last.
Eyes that were once a bright gold are now a black as dark as night. Cold and empty. Filled with unimaginable hatred and anger.
He wants to kill again.
. . .
‘You’ve killed many.’ A voice echoes, disrupting his trip down memory lane.
He knows this voice, it has plagued his dreams many times before.
‘Yeah..’
Rain is falling now and he wants nothing more for it to wash away the blood that stains his hands. Except it doesn’t. He knows that there is nothing that can wash away the sins he has committed.
‘Silly devil..’ the voice taunts, ‘do not remorse. After all, you were born to kill.’
He says nothing.
‘You’ll be free soon.’ the voice floats through the air, light and teasing - yet there’s something dark about it, something that deep down - frightens him.
Again he says nothing.
‘They will be sad.’ the voice giggles, almost pleased.
Lilly is stood before him now but then she is gone just as fast as she had appeared. She’s followed by Ella and then a figure that he can’t quite make out.
He barely registers the feeling of longing and of loss. Of crushed hope and lost dreams.
All he feels is pain.
Unbearable - insufferable - crushing.
‘I told you not to remorse.’ the voice sighs, ‘Not to worry.. Soon you’ll be free of pain - of regret - of fear and love.’
The tattoo that holds a place on his shoulder blade sears against his skin, causing him to crumble to his knees and scream out in agony.
‘…Soon little devil.’
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Raiden bolted up right suddenly, his chest heaving heavily and his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat.
His tattoo glowing a brilliant shade of red.
"Sh*t.."
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Post by Silver on Jan 4, 2009 22:24:44 GMT
((Hehe, no problem! Course I still want to RP. I like these two. ^__^ Glad you've got the 'Net back finally! I know how it can be without it!!))
It had taken Anemone slightly longer to fall asleep than Raiden. Though her body had been falling deeper and deeper into the matress, Anemone had waited quietly, observing Raiden with quiet, contented eyes, her lips drawn into a small smile.
The smile only increased when she heard the first sounds of sleep from him, deep relaxed breaths, slow and deliberate. Anemone pushed herself on to her knees, supporting her weight with her free hand on the matress. She ignored the noises coming from the movie behind her and sat back.
Moments where she could observe anyone were rare, rarer when it was Raiden. Coming to his apartment had been a good idea. They both had self control, and even if they hadn't, sleep would have caught them eventually. Anemone found herself tracing the image of his face over and over again, trailing down from his ears over the mess of silver hair. She would follow the line of his forehead to the bridge of his nose, pausing on his eyes, now closed flickering with whatever he was dreaming. Her trail would continue down his nose, which suited his face and stop on his mouth. His lips which had drawn her in, which had intoxicated her with kisses she couldn't forget.
Risking him waking, Anemone leaned over kissed his mouth tenderly. Moments later she had returned to her original place, curled up against his side, now letting her body surrender to the drowsiness she had started feeling when she'd met his bed.
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It felt like she had been asleep barely minutes when she woke up abruptly, feeling Raiden's body whip by her. Rubbing her eyes quickly, she sat up, Raiden's glowing tattoo noticable but the least of her worries.
"What's wrong?" Anemone asked quietly, moving towards him. The DVD had stopped and returned to the main menu, giving enough light to show the thin film of sweat over his brow. His heavy breathing caused her more concern as she shifted. "Raiden...?"
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Post by Mookie on Jan 6, 2009 18:50:02 GMT
He blinked slowly as his breathing slowed and became steady once more.
‘The hell was that..?’
His heart was pounding and he had to wonder what the hell happened. He’d fallen asleep pretty fast and had been having some pretty intense dreams with himself and Anemone and then everything had gone dark.. And.. Well that’s all he could remember right now.
He guessed he’d had another weird ass dream - scratch that - nightmare, except something about this whole thing seemed different.
He’d woken up suddenly because he could feel the animal tied back and bound by magic, breaking free of it’s prison. And his tattoo had been burning.. He absently reached an arm across his chest and brushed his finger tips over the top of his tattoo. It no longer hurt. Grunting, annoyed, Raiden brushed a hand through his silver locks and then turned his head to see Anemone perched at his side, a worried expression on her face.
“You okay, Nemo?” he questioned half-heartedly, brushing off her concern. It sort of made him feel uncomfortable having her stare at him like that, as though she is truly worried about him.
Leaning over he flicked the tip of her nose lightly and winked down at her, following it up with a smirk. Standing, the Hanyou stretched his arms up over his shoulders before dropping them to his sides.
“You wanna eat?” he questioned whilst turning to face the girl sat on his bed.
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Post by Silver on Jan 6, 2009 22:28:06 GMT
Anemone observed Raiden silently awaiting a response. Concerned, curious and worried as she did so. His breathing was slowing but he still looked uneasy - to her at least. She shifted somewhat, watching as he gingerly touched his tattoo and then ran his hand back through his hair. An action that could have signified any number of things. Relief, worry, displeasure, annoyance. She felt her brow knit un an uncomfortable frown, her worry growing more apparent when he asked how she was, ignoring her question.
She assumed the flick to her nose and the wink and smirk that followed were meant to cause her concern to fade, and in any other circumstance she might have let it. She might have giggled and carried on, pushing her disconcerted feeling to the back of her mind. At the moment however, his attempt to brush his abrupt waking aside only caused the worry to increase.
"I'm fine." Anemone murmured softly, getting to her feet, "its you I'm worried about." She crossed towards him, closing the distance, tilting her head up to stare into his face. "What made you wake up so suddenly?"
Another step, and the foot between them had vanished entirely, except a few centimetres. Lifting her hands, she placed either one on the sides of his face, blinking slowly and tracing the same trail down his features that she had followed before falling asleep. Pressing onto her toes, she applied a small kiss to the corner of Raiden's mouth and smiled, hopefully. "Don't avoid the question now, what was it? And why was your tattoo glowing?" she inquired as she dropped back down onto her feet.
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Post by Mookie on Jan 7, 2009 14:02:57 GMT
To say that Raiden had been taken back by Anemone’s concern was an understatement. The way she’d reached across and caught his face in her hands.. The way she’d reached up placed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.. The way she smiled up at him, hopeful.. It was all seriously overwhelming and her actions had left Raiden in something of an uncertain, confused and hesitant daze.
Raiden wasn’t sure what to do. He’d never felt so out of place and that fact scared him. He stared at Anemone for a long moment, torn between ignoring her unnerving affection or explaining the situation to her, despite the fact that he didn’t quite understand it himself.
“Pancakes.” Raiden said finally, deciding to go with the former. He caught her hands in his own and lowered them from his face, an unconvincing half smirk etched onto his face.
“You like pancakes?” he questioned but had turned and left the room before Anemone could give him an answer.
Raiden made his away over to his kitchen, dragging his feet as he did so. He had this annoying as hell feeling of guilt at brushing Anemone off. Annoying because he didn’t normally feel guilt over ignoring another persons feelings. He didn’t feel guilt over anything he did these days. Why should he care? Except with Anemone it was a little different because they now had this.. This.. Thing.. Whatever it was, he wasn’t sure how to describe it. The only word that came to mind whenever he thought about Anemone was addiction. He didn’t know where they were going or how long it’d last.. If he was honest the whole thing confused the hell out of him. He decided then and there to stop thinking on it.
Shuffling around his small kitchen, Raiden went about looking for items and cooking instruments he’d need to make pancakes, all the while doing his best to push Anemone’s worried expression out of his mind.
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Post by Silver on Jan 7, 2009 15:37:56 GMT
For one brief moment, Anemone thought Raiden might actually explain what had caused him to wake up. That he was going to let her know what had spooked him so badly that’d been woken up sweating and breathing like he’d just run a marathon. Explain why his tattoo had been glowing.
That moment quickly stopped shining when he gripped her hands and blurted out ‘pancakes’. He lowered her hands from his face with little effort and continued to ask whether she liked said food. He was out of the door before Anemone had a chance to answer.
She didn’t follow him out immediately. Part of her felt dejected, disappointed that he hadn’t opened up, even a little. But she mostly felt annoyed and thought following would prove fruitless at the moment. Instead she folded her arms tightly across her chest and glared at the door, feeling her jaw tense up enough that it hurt. She started counting to ten in as many languages as she could think of and breathed slowly.
Anemone didn’t like being brushed off like that, her concern ignored. But in the same way she didn’t want to say anything that might make Raiden angry and therefore make the atmosphere tense – at least tenser than it currently was.
Once she had completed counting in Greek, Anemone let out a long breath and shoved her hands through her hair, smoothing it out. She plastered a small smile on her face, hoping it didn’t look too forced and scuttled through the door and towards the small kitchen where Raiden was already hunting down everything he needed.
She took a seat at the table, leaning her chin on her fist as she watched him. She could feel her irritation bubbling away in the pit of her stomach, eating away like she was hungry. Her forced smile slipped from her face, and her expression became impassive.
‘I don’t see why its such a big deal to say what freaked you out…’ Anemone thought mightily wishing she was telepathic at that moment in time. ‘Its not like I was asking for your life story, and I wasn’t about to physco-analyse you. I was curious. I care, why is that such a hard thing to get your head around.’
Her thoughts continued to babble on, an irritated inner monologue. She drummed the table top with the fingers of her free hand as it continued until she finally grew irritated with herself for thinking and not acting. Ignoring that, she stood up and crossed toward the kitchen, she stretched briefly, arms above her head and shuddered as she relaxed.
As she opened her mouth meaning to ask if she could help, words started coming out before she realised they were being said. “Nona says a problem shared is a problem halved. I’m not trying to get your life story out of you I just was curious. I happen to care about you that might be kind of hard to get your head around I wouldn’t have thought you’d be used to it being such a butt-head all the time, but it happens to be true. I just want to try and help talking about things can help a bit. That’s all. You don’t have to run away from me like I have some deadly disease.”
Anemone finished. She was blushing, breathing a little harder than she meant to and had her hands covering her mouth, eyes wide. She stared at Raiden for a moment, before dropping her eyes to the floor.
“Sorry…” she murmured in a small voice, “word vomit.”
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Post by Mookie on Jan 8, 2009 0:51:14 GMT
‘No mix…’ Raiden grumbled idly. He’d really wanted pancakes too. In fact he’d pretty much eat anything right now except his cupboards were sort of.. Totally bare.
‘This sucks..’
It was to be expected though. He hadn’t done any shopping because he’d been living up at the academy. Sighing, Raiden went about putting the things he’d taken out of his cupboards back into them. He’d heard Anemone silently moving around behind him. He'd been about to suggest ordering in when seconds later, she was up and sort of ranting at him for not sharing.
Raiden remained silent as she spoke, his form huddled over the kitchen counter, with his eyes closed and his hands resting atop the counters surface. He didn’t quite understand why she was making a big deal out of something he didn’t want to share. He thought she of all people would know by now that he isn’t exactly the sharing type. Women could be such a pain in the ass. But Raiden had to admit that despite the fact that he was a little overwhelmed by Anemone’s worry and concern, he felt touched by it. Except of course he couldn’t express that in words because.. Well.. He just couldn’t because it would be weird and.. Well Raiden had the emotional range of a teasthingy. At least when it came down to expressing how he felt.
Lifting a hand to scratch at an ear, Raiden let out a barely audible sigh and then stood up right. He half turned to face Anemone, his eyes meeting her gaze as he did so. She’d just apologised for her rush of words and was now staring at the floor.
Crossing over to the tall teen, Raiden slipped his fingers through locks of long brown hair and rested his hand across the back of her head. Leaning in, the Hanyou pressed a kiss to Anemone’s forehead. His kiss lingered there for a few seconds before he parted and bumped his nose against her own, a gentle gesture he hadn’t ever shared with anyone else.
“I get it. I’m an ass.” He explained, his voice both playful and serious. “I‘m also emotionally challenged.” He grinned, a little more playful. “I can’t change who I am, Anemone.”
A few moments of silence passed in which Raiden pulled back his head to meet Anemone’s gaze once more, his face neutral though the expression in his eyes bordering on apologetic.
“Just forget about it, okay.” It was a statement, one he followed up with a genuine yet slightly uncomfortable half smile. He didn’t want her to feel upset or angry because of him. And he didn’t want her to worry any further. If he’d told her about his weird nightmare he might have only caused her more worry anyway.
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Post by Silver on Jan 8, 2009 11:28:34 GMT
Anemone braced herself mentally and physically as she stared at the floor. Surely her little outburst would cause Raiden to lose his temper with her. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he had, she would have deserved it. She hated when her mouth and brain disconnected and she started saying what she wanted to, rather than what she should have. It happened on occasion at home, and often landed in in trouble with her father and brothers.
She hadn’t expected a tender action, Raiden slipping his hand across the back of her head and kissing her forehead took her by surprise. She stiffened glancing at him, refusing to let herself be lulled into a false sense of security by this. The annoyance would come. It had to, in a minute he’d start talking to her gruffly calling her a brat and return to the usual Raiden she knew.
As he bumped noses with her, she made herself look up. The affection was surprising. Not unwanted, but she was taken aback slightly by the lack of temper and the more calm silence that replaced it. When he explained, his voice had found a medium between serious and jokey which was hard enough at the best of times. Anemone listened tentatively, fiddling with her fingers in front of her.
After he’d told her to forget what had happened, Anemone stayed quiet for a few moments. Her brain was now more focused on how much she liked hearing him say her name. The more she thought about it, she didn’t think she’d heard him say it before. Usually it was ‘Brat’ or ‘kid’, and now ‘Nemo’. Anemone made herself re-focus, she chewed the inside of her cheek, pursing her lips for a moment.
“I didn’t say you were an ass,” she muttered, grinning a little, “I called you a butt-head. Its different. And I don’t want you to change who you are, I just have to get my head around you not being a book and readable.”
Anemone sighed quietly and slipped her hands up onto Raiden’s shoulders. There wasn’t any point trying to push this any further. He was steadfast in his descision, he wouldn’t tell her, and it was futile to keep asking. “I’ll forget it. I won’t push it. You don’t want to tell me, I won’t bug you about it. Its not fair on you.” She smiled gently, securing her arms around his neck, linking her fingers together.
“What happened to pancakes?”
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