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Post by Legion on Jul 27, 2012 0:19:37 GMT -6
Patrick's head was in a swirl of conflicting emotions. On the one hand he knew he was married and had a child. He loved Kazumi and never wanted to hurt or or leave her. But on the other hand he loved this woman to. Azura, the one who gave him that light that he never really knew just what it was that he needed until she gave it to him. He knew that it was the first day, that he had just been tortured and his mind fucked with, but he knew that what he felt towards her would never change. Somewhere deep down he knew that their lived had been unalterably connected. Through her DNA or whatever. It made little sense to him, but he knew she was telling the truth.
Sitting there in that corner hand curling into a ball, blood dripping onto the ground. Trying to come to terms with this mixing of emotions. A ironic chuckle given at the thought that when the doctor and nurses were done with him he wouldn't remember this struggle. Not if they kept screwing with his mind anyway. But there in was the problem. His mind focusing on those memories he had burned inside of himself. He didn't want to forget them. He loved them. And for whatever reason he loved her too. In a rather intimate way.
Patrick listened to her apologize. Listened to her her every word. Even if he didn't show it. It hurt him to hurt her, but he couldn't help it. These feelings were unwanted. He felt exactly what she felt, he knew that. But at the same time he had another woman he had given his love to, and had married. Why him? Really? Why him?
Patrick couldn't bear to look at her as she made that confession to him. It was too painful and confusing. He trusted her words that she didn't want to make him feel this way. While he loved her, he didn't understand why. Other then in that metaphoric sense. But that shit was never real. Right? He had no real reason to love her other then that and her DNA planted in him. And that still made it hard for him to believe. That those things alone made him love her, made him need her so badly. It really was unbelievable though.
And then she announced that she should leave. That she should go. And at that Patrick couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. The feeling pooling up inside of him as she threatened to go, to leave him. Alone in his cell with his darkness and his thoughts. The idea of her leaving terrified him, even if he didn't want to be one with her. Even if he didn't want to love her, he did. And he needed her. So he turned his head to her, speaking with a tone and look that expressed his need for her, almost begging he'd say, "Don't go..."
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Post by Azura on Jul 27, 2012 0:37:09 GMT -6
She drew in a soft breath as she faded out of existence, her mind dead set on leaving, though she knew she would not likely make it further than the other side of this door. Still, she had to go. She had to leave him be, for his sake, as much for her own. Yet just as her hand moved to push through the door, his words came up from that area behind her, from the corner he had sunken himself into. That need, that begging in his voice....it crippled her, causing her to stumble back a single step before she would solidify once more.
No longer could she hide the tears that rushed down her pale, soft cheeks. Staying there for a moment with her back to him, unsure of what the right thing to do was. But...could she even try to deny him? She thought long and hard on this, and every turn her mind took brought her to the same conclusion.
No.
Swallowing hard, she would force herself to turn around, knowing that the instant she looked at him that would be it for her, but doing it just the same. He wanted her to stay, and though she felt that it was wrong in doing so, that darker side of him kept consuming that guilt and at a much more rapid rate. More and more she was beginning not to regret being here. Not regretting loving him.
The words still seeming so foreign in her mind and yet never had it been more real or more true. Eventually, she would turn to face him, those tears staining her face as she looked at him and gave a soft whimper. She needed him just as much as he needed her...if not more. It killed her to see him this way even though she wanted to harden her heart so badly. But she couldn't. She didn't even know how to start.
Slowly, her bare feet carried her across the distance of the room, blood dripping from her hand and continuing to go ignored for now. As she came near him, she would slowly grasp her dress with her good hand and hitch it up just slightly, allowing her to drop to her knees in front of him. Those hazel eyes once more focused upon his own. "Shh...I will not leave you if that is what you wish.."
The first real smile she had been able to manage curling upon her lips, changing her features, lighting them up just a tad, regardless of how weak and strained it was. She was trying her best to be what she had been to so many others, calm, collected, comforting....It was just so much harder with him when she looked into his eyes and knew without a doubt that she was in love with him in a way that transcended beyond anything anyone could ever understand or know. But she tried none the less.
Slowly her hand would reach out, taking his that she had injured and holding it up once more and looking over the wound. He could heal it, yet he had not...Her brow furrowing softly before she would release the hand and slip forward upon her knees just a bit more. That same hand now reaching out and pressing against his chest ever so softly. She wasn't sure how she knew what to do, but she did. Her eyes focusing on his as she spoke softly once again. "You do not have to feel that...I can take that away..." The light around her hand increasing, decreasing from the rest of her body for now. She wasn't trying to take the love he felt for his wife and child...but instead the horrible, vile emotions he felt would begin to ebb away, released from him...As they hit her, they just seemed to disappear, though not before she would gasp at the intensity of them.
Then, as she steeled herself against them, she would feel them starting to dissipate. Fingers softly brushing against his flesh as she leaned in just a bit more, her breath shaky and weak at this point, having to fight to stay where she was, to not give in to what she wanted most in this moment. "Now....focus upon that darkness, envision it healing the wound...and it will." It was but a small cut, nothing that would drain him really...just enough to show him he could.
Yet even after she spoke, she was hard pressed to finally pull away, her bottom resting upon the heels of her feet as she slowly, softly, pulled her hand away. The last bits of her touch delicately brushing along one of his scars before completely disappearing.
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Post by Legion on Jul 27, 2012 19:44:34 GMT -6
As she stepped back, solidifying, Patrick breathed a sigh of relief. A weight was lifted off what remained of his soul. The kind of relief was something of a life crushing weight being lifted up off of his chest. No, it was in this moment that he was beginning to fully realize, that though things would be rapidly changing for him in the coming weeks, the coming months, this was certain. For the rest of his life, he would need her in a way that no one else could ever really understand. Hell, Patrick wasn't really sure that he understood it himself. But he knew that he needed her on every level of his existence.
It was drastically confusing for him. He didn't understand it either. He loved Kazumi. There was nothing that he could do, or wanted to do to change that. He wanted to spent the rest of his life with her, he wanted to raise his daughter together with her. But at the same time he wanted and needed Azura, even though he hardly knew her. All because they gave him her DNA. Something like that. It made Patrick angry. Made him want to murder that doctor and those nurses all the more. Anger and murderous intent rising, the urge surprising him, much greater then before, anything he had felt, though it was still well within his control. As thoughts of death rolled through his head, they faded away. Being replaced with happier emotions, not memories but feelings. Even though he thought of them he no longer had an innate urge to kill them. He wanted to, but he didn't have to, not as much. Huh. Patrick knew what it was. He couldn't explain it but he knew.
As she slowly walked towards him, those urges and impulses that Patrick knew were wrong on an intellectual level, faded. It had to be that DNA thing, it had to be her. Patrick couldn't help but smile at her as she walked his way, astounded by her angelic beauty. Yes, even as those tears streaked down her face he couldn't help but notice her beauty. Feeling more and more comfortable and hell more at peace as she came closer to him. Watching her hitch up that white dress of hers, lowering herself to her knees.
As she spoke to him, shushing him, telling him that she wouldn't leave him Patrick would look into those hazel eyes with his own green, smiling at her warmly as she did. Feeling perfectly at peace at the moment, knowing that perhaps she should have gone but at the same time not being able to bear to be apart from her, alone in the darkness that felt so comfortable to him. But with her, all that was amplified. He knew he loved her and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. He knew that this was no puppy love, no mere lustful attraction but the real deal. Far more potent then anything he ever felt, though the mere realization of that made him fearful and he hated the thought of it. Not of being with her, but what it would do to his wife and daughter. Urge to kill once again rising as he thought of that, but being rapidly drained away by the light.
Patrick let her take his hand, the one that she had injured and done nothing too. The one that apparently he could heal. But he didn't really know how. Nor did he feel much of an urge to. He watched her as she held it up, brow of hers furrowing, perhaps in confusion as to why he had done nothing to heal it. And then she pressed her hand to his chest and he felt his heart come to a stop, not knowing what was about to happen, but not disliking the contact either. Patrick's head tilted and his brows furrowed at her words. Not entirely sure what she meant, but he was pretty sure that she meant what he was feeling, not his hand. Patrick's eyes watching her closely as her hand on his chest got brighter, while the light around her elsewhere seemed to lessen. As time went on he began to feel less and less bad about the whole situation.
He didn't feel bad about loving Azura, about this unbreakable connection that they now shared. He didn't feel guilty about it in the least. Nor did he love Kazumi or Ruth any less then he did now. No, in fact he loved them just as much. Was he sure about what he was going to do? No, he still had no clue, but for now at least, he had some respite from all the conflicting emotions swirling around in his head. He felt grounded, and knew that it was her that made him feel that. He sighed lightly, a soft smile forming on his face.
Shivering softly at her hand brushing across his chest Patrick would continue to smile at her, feeling at peace, feeling comfortable, as if in the eye of the storm. An eerie calm knowing that the storm raged about them, but here, now that didn't matter. Knowing what she wanted and feeling less inclined to think of the idea with revulsion out of duty and love for his wife, but more, he didn't really know how he felt about it. Almost inclined to continued. Not sure how he felt about giving her what she wanted, on the one had wanting to give her anything she wanted, but at the same time loving Kazumi. Bad feelings continually being sucked away.
As she told him how to heal himself Patrick lifted his injured had, looking at it. Considering what she said he thought about how to do what she told him. Focus upon that darkness huh? What was that supposed to mean? The darkness around him? Or the darkness in his heart? Well whatever, he'd have to give it a shot. Looking at the wound he started to think about the people he wanted to kill, about the doctor and those nurses, eyes turning gold at the thought. Wanted to kill them for doing this to him, getting angry at the thought. Fist curling as he allowed his anger and desire to kill them grow, he felt movement in his hand. After a moment he opened his palm, seeing no wound, though the blood on his hand that he had already bled remain.
A look of surprise crossed his face as he felt her presence calming him down, allowing him to feel tranquility again. Smiling up at her, sighing softly, feeling her hand leave him. His eyes would linger on his face as he asked completely out of curiosity, "Now what?"
A whole myriad of questions in those too words. What of them? What of the future? Their purpose in life? As experiments 1511 and 1432? As Angel and Demon? Of his future? Because he knew he was no where near what these people wanted him to be. The thought of them controlling his destiny making his anger rise again, but her presence calming him as his eyes once again turned to that green as he sighed...
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Post by Azura on Jul 27, 2012 20:11:18 GMT -6
She would continue to feel those emotions of his crashing against her, and breaking away almost as soon as they did. Her own feelings of uncertainty and fear...of regret and sorrow....guilt...they began to fade at a much more rapid rate than what they were now. It was quickly becoming where she didn't even have to feel those things with him, where she knew that he would make it go away and allow her complete and utter peace. No mock version of it. No quick fix. But the real, absolutely true sense of peace that she had craved ever since she had been turned into what she was now.
Her hands falling away from him, she would smile a bit more brightly, seeing that smile on his face and feeling more at ease as the moments ticked by. It was getting so much easier to just...let go of all the worry and the doubt, and though that should have scared her, it didn't. It couldn't. She was with him. Her hands falling to rest upon her lap, watching him with those hazel eyes and the blood from her hand smudging her white dress. Though to be honest, it didn't bother her like it usually would. It didn't take away from how good, how genuine and pure she felt when she was with him like this.
Tilting her head, she would allow her eyes to move to his hand, watching as he closed his own in order to try and heal himself..Her smile brightening significantly seeing that he had managed to do just that, a soft sigh given as she raised her hand, looking down at it to see the blood there but the wound itself gone. Though as her eyes traced over her palm, his question would be posed, those bright, innocent eyes looking up at him, confused at first about what he was asking, then finally catching on.
"I do not know. But I know that they will not stop. Many years has the doctor spoken of doing this very thing, but I had always assumed there were idle threats to keep me here, to keep me in place and obeying them. Now I see that the threats were not so idle." Her fingers curling into her palm as her hand fell back into her lap, a little sigh given as she looked at him. Her tone remained just that of a whisper, but the nervousness and the edginess was starting to leave her, giving her a much more tranquil feel about her. "I did not know. I would have tried to stop it......somehow." She honestly didn't know what she could do, what she could say that would have made this turn out any different. But she still would have tried.
"I do know, that you will not leave this room until your mind is where they wish it to be." She bit her lower lip, practically whimpering at the thought. One, because she would have to leave and he would have to stay and that would kill her....she knew that. But also because she knew how badly he wanted out, and the price for his freedom would be so great....so horrible. "I will do anything I can to help you, I promise. I am just not sure what their desires are on this...I do not think they fully realize what they have done."
Her lower lip once again caught between her teeth as she looked down at her hands, not entirely sure what to say beyond this point. She knew that she should feel bad, but at the same time, she could not...not around him. A little flick of her tongue against the inside of her teeth before she would very slowly inch forward on her knees. "I...I have..." She pursed her lips, a blush forming on her cheeks as she lowered her head a bit more. Fiery red locks falling on either side of her face to slightly conceal her from view. "I have ....never...felt, anything like this..." Words used by girls all the time....but with Azura the truth was ever so evident in her tone. "N..Not even the lesser....human type emotions....I have never known anything remotely close to this...It is very...confusing."
Why was she saying all this? Because she honestly wanted to apologize for not being able to give him further information, at least where this was concerned. She just didn't know how else to do so without first explaining the reasons for her not knowing. "I have been here my entire life.....Ever since I was a little girl..." A nod given as she sighed, those eyes turning up toward his once more. "I am sorry I cannot tell you more about....us...I can only tell you what I feel to be right, but I know that you feel the same things..."
Her hand would then reach out, taking his and pressing it against her chest softly, over her heart...her own moving to rest against his, feeling his heartbeat beneath her fingers. "They are the same..." Her heart beating in the exact same rhythm as his, even as she pressed her hand to his chest, she would feel that rush of excitement, making her heart beat faster, as his did as well...A little nod before she would draw her hand back and release his. She was sure that the last thing he wanted was her touching him all the time.....She just....Well she just couldn't help it.
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Post by Legion on Jul 27, 2012 21:49:46 GMT -6
Patrick couldn't help but smile at the innocence in her eyes, finding it to be a thing of beauty, knowing that he himself may not be able to be innocent, but near her, he didn't have to be that demon that he was. Near her he felt as close as he could get to pure, atoned, perhaps. But around her he knew he didn't have to be that horrible monster that he knew he was deep down inside, even before he had come here. Still not completely sure of what they had done and intended to do to him, but knowing he was no longer that uncontrollable monster.
Smiling at her softly as he listened to her say that what they had done to him they had talked about doing for a long time. That apparently after years they had finally done it, found in him the perfect test subject apparently. He wasn't sure if he should feel honored on still angry. But he smiled again at her as she told him that she would have stopped it if she knew. Trusting her words fully.
He would frown a little at her words, that he wouldn't be leaving this room until his mind was where they wanted it to be. Not knowing that worried him. He highly doubted that they wanted him to remember Kazumi and Ruth, the thought of forgetting pushing him to further focus on those memories out of fear of forgetting, somehow knowing the truth, that this was one of the last times he'd ever feel fear. Savoring the feeling in that line of thought. That fear causing him to say, "I don't want to forget. I don't want to forget my wife or daughter."
Although at the same time he wasn't sure how she'd react to that. Knowing that she loved him so deeply, knowing that he felt the same, that fear breeding that confusion again, but certain that he didn't want her to go. Ever.
Patrick couldn't help but smile at her, a sense of desire growing further as she inched forward. Desire growing all the more, finding that blush to be damn near irresistible, along with that red hair dropping along her face. Hanging on to every word she said as if his life depended on it, coming to the realization that his life was in fact depending on it. Knowing that he shouldn't be wanting her as strongly as he did right now but knowing he did all the same. Nodding at her words in agreement, feeling a bit guilty as he did. Knowing that he had never felt anything like this before either, even with Kazumi. Sure he felt loved, more then anything else in her world, which served to make him feel more guilty because he knew that he felt the same about her. But he knew that this was so much deeper then his love for Kazumi. Because in essence he was irreversibly one with Azura, and even though it wasn't his choice he couldn't help but feel wrong.
Patrick nodded again as she continued, saying that she had been here since she was a little girl, imagining how awful that had been. Nodding at her summary, nodding that he knew that this was all she knew about what was going on between them. Agreeing that he felt the same way, knowing that she couldn't lie anymore to him then he could to her.
He gave a little shiver as she grasped his hand and pressed it against her chest so that he could feel her heart beat, as she pressed her hand against his chest, feeling his. Nodding slowly as he realized that was she was saying was true. Noticeing that their heartbeats were one in the same. Feeling her excitement force his heart beat to rush a little more, feeling that much more desire for her, his fears and guilt being washed away.
He couldn't help but smile at her, as he hand release his grip in his he couldn't help but use his hand to brush back a few strands of hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek in his hand, smiling at her, before saying softly, "I know I have a wife and a daughter, and I love them dearly, but I have never felt anything like what I feel for ye either. I can't deny it but I also can't deny feeling a little guilty for it, though for some reason ye sweep it away. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel, but all I know is that I feel this love for ye so strongly I don't know how to describe it Azura."
Smiling at her, knowing exactly what he wanted to do right now as she was still so close to him, but wanting to try and do the right thing. Still though she ate away his guilt making him want it all the more...
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Post by Azura on Jul 27, 2012 22:38:46 GMT -6
She could feel every negative emotion that he had and it killed her. Not for her own selfish reasons, though that hurt as well, but because she had done this, she had put him here and she hated that. A little smile given however, unable to hold onto that guilt as she knelt so close to him...So dangerously close. Still she tried her best to explain everything that she could, with as much detail as she could currently manage. It was hard because she would have to sneak around to find out anymore than what she already knew...and that would end badly if she was caught. A moments pause given to her thoughts as she heard his words, about his family. It broke her heart to hear that and only proved to solidify her determination on the matter. She had to do something. She was the cause of all this and she had to fix it as best she could. It was just going to cost her....and that thought scared her, so much.
She would do it of course, she already knew that....but still, the thought of what it could mean causing her pain, if only for an instant. Yet she quickly realized just as the pain faded away and into the darkness that surrounded him...that it was not for her fear of being killed or hurt that she felt this, but instead in knowing that if they did those things to her, it would hurt him. She didn't care about herself, no...she cared about him. She loved him...More than any words could ever accurately describe. It didn't make sense to her, even though she knew the facts...but it didn't change the way she felt. Not one bit.
As her hands fell into her lap, she would keep her eyes on them for as long as possible. Yet soon his hand came to brush her hair behind her ear and then cup her cheek, drawing her eyes to him at the same time she tilted her head and instinctively nuzzled into his touch. It felt so good, to have him touch her...She could not deny it, no matter how much she might have wanted to, or how much it confused her to feel this way. Yet there was no room here for denial as it to was washed away, leaving her with nothing but those raw, pure emotions that she felt for him, and only for him....Nobody would ever replace this, nobody could ever come close...it was a terrifying and yet exciting thought. She had never thought anyone could truly love her....and yet here he was...But he did not love her of his own accord...therefore she could very well end up losing him one day. The conflict created by this thought and many others just like it...she didn't know what to feel or what to think and to try and sort it out was impossible because no sooner did she have those doubts than he took them away.
Slowly her eyes would close, her body inching just a bit closer to his. She just...she just wanted to be close to him, and though she didn't understand what she was feeling, she just knew that right here, in front of him, she was not close enough. She needed more....he needed more. That ever present sense of his emotions and his needs hitting her full on, telling her to move closer still. Though as her knees pressed up against his leg she would open her eyes, looking at him as he spoke with that innocence still held within her hazel gaze.
She tried not to let it, but every word that washed from his lips brought her heart to race faster and faster. She needed to hear this and yet knowing he felt such guilt, even for a second, made her feel bad....for a second. She knew it would be easier to just give into the facts...to allow herself to just let go like every fiber of her being said to do, still she tried....For him. "You take away my sorrow...and my guilt...For so many years I have carried guilt and pain for not only myself but all those I have seen or known in my life. So many weights of this world on my heart....But...you make it go away...You free me from that..." She slowly slid her teeth over her lower lip, her breath growing shaky as she struggled to get out the next words. "I love you...more...more than I know how to describe...it is not something I think any words would ever be able to describe..I feel you, in my soul..." She paused, her lips pursing just slightly as she thought about that and then shook her head. "No...you are my soul..." Yes, that was the best way she could think to define it...best way she could even begin to sum it up. He was that thing which made her who she was, that thing which kept her from being empty inside all the time. Without him, she had nothing...she would be broken and never able to feel complete again.
Still, as she leaned in, just a bit, those hazel eyes would cross with a look of determination as she opened her mouth to speak...the words so hard for her to say because she knew what she was ultimately promising, what the end results of doing this could be...But for him she would do anything. "I will find a way to make you remember them...I promise. I will not let you lose that part of you..." She choked back a whimper which wanted to come forth knowing such selfish emotions had no place here, and yet she did not pull away...simply looked at him as tears glazed over her eyes just slightly. "I love you too much..."
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Post by Legion on Jul 28, 2012 13:50:31 GMT -6
As she nuzzled into his touch of her cheek Patrick couldn't help but feel how right this was. How good it felt. How he knew that he could never possibly feel this for another human being. There was definitely some guilt at that thought. Especially considering he had a wife and child. But in her presence all that guilt seemed to slip away, in her presence only for her. Smiling at her, knowing that he loved her in a way he never possibly could love anyone else. Doubts and guilt about that slipping away in her presence, feeling fiercely protective of her. On some level he still wished that he did not feel this way about her. Because He did have a wife, that he loved, more then, well at the time more then anything. He was married and had a child to Kazumi and he wanted to be there for them, but how was he supposed to rectify that with what he felt for Azura?
Pain and guilt felt, being sucked away as quickly as it came by her presence. Needing her presence that love he felt for her desiring her to be closer. Needing more of her, pain guilt and confusion being sucked away from her, as well as the darker emotions he had always felt, that he felt coming on stronger. Feeling that with her he could be pure, well maybe not pure, but atoned. That he didn't have to be that monster, or demon with her. Patrick knew very well what he was feeling, he just wasn't sure why or how he was feeling it or getting these emotions. He didn't understand how having her DNA made him feel this way, it just did.
His breath couldn't help but hitch up in his throat as she moved towards him, inching ever closer. Feeling her knees pressing against his legs, his heart raced faster as he looked upon those absolutely pure and innocent eyes. His heart racing faster as he felt, knew that hers was. His attention focused so intently on her as she began to speak. Nodding softly, feeling the same thing, the same kind of love, feeling her emotions just in reverse, queitly saying, "Ye take away my need for violence and death. Throughout my life I was raised to be a killer. Through my experiences I came to believe that I existed solely for the purpose of killing other people. I got out, just recently, only to be sucked back in her. I wonder if that's all I exist for. But with ye, I feel like I don't have to be that killer. That purpose is not longer so finite."
Patrick sighed lightly smiling at her, "Even though I have a wife that I love dearly, the love I feel for ye is so incredibly different. So much more depth. On maybe some sort of spiritual level? For a long time I knew I had no soul. My killing others ripped it out, one piece at a time. But with ye, I feel like I have a soul again. That ye give it to me."
As she leaned in further Patrick couldn't help but feel his heart racing all the more. As she made that promise to him Patrick couldn't help but let out a genuinely deep smile. Knowing what she was promising him. Feeling her love through her promise, knowing that she was going to do whatever she could to fulfill it, knowing what it meant. Knowing her love for him, her not even having to say it. Smile softening at her tears meaning every word, "Thank ye so much, my angel."
And with that, being so close, with that much emotion between them. That much desire and connection, it happened. Patrick was no longer able to resist it, no longer able to deny it or her. Leaning in softly he closed his eyes pressing his lips against hers...
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Post by Azura on Jul 28, 2012 14:18:06 GMT -6
As his heart raced so did her own, feeling it beating so wildly within her chest and causing her breath to hitch in her throat, unsure what to do other than be here, with him. It was the first time in her life she felt that she genuinely belong somewhere. Sure, she had told herself for years that she belonged here, for Raven and for the others, but the reality of it was, she had always felt lost and empty...as though she were missing something inside of herself that would make her whole.
But here, with him, with his hand against her cheek. She felt whole. She felt complete. Like she belonged here, by his side. Knowing that nothing...no amount of time or space would change that. Nothing would ever, ever change that.....She belonged with him and nowhere else. Her hazel eyes falling upon his as he began to speak, brow furrowing at his words as tears continued to fill her eyes. She didn't like to know he had been through so much pain, so much horrible, atrocious things in his life. She didn't like to hear that he felt that he had no soul. Though when he said that she allowed him to feel that, she could not deny that it caused her heart to race all the more, if only for the simple fact that she wanted to do that for him. She wanted to do anything for him, to make sure he was happy. "You do not ever have to be that with me..." No, she would take it away and she would allow him to feel like he could be more, because in her eyes he was more, so much more.
Then, his heart sped up as she leaned in, her own doing so in perfect time. Whatever breath she had leaving her the instant that he thanked her....that oh so familiar name leaving his lips. Even though she had been called that for so long, by so many, never had it felt so...right. So completely perfect. The term "my angel" having been used by Raven more than once and yet here, with Patrick, when he said it, she felt it. With every ounce of her being....She was his....Just as he was her's.
Then, before she even had time to really assess what was happening, he leaned in, closing the short distance that separated them. Her body tensing, unsure what to think about what he was doing. She knew what, and she wanted it just as badly...but she had never, in her life, been kissed by anyone and this....this was so much more significant than some simple first kiss...This was no first love...This was the one and only love she would ever feel and she knew that without a shred of doubt in her mind...
Still, she didn't pull away. She couldn't. She needed this just as badly as he did, and yet a soft tremble would be felt through her body just a fraction of a second before his lips pressed against her own. Then, the instant they did, a feeling so strong and so utterly pure washed through her entire body, strong enough to draw a soft gasp from her and causing her to pull back just slightly, her breath still falling across his lips... She looked into his eyes, wondering if he had felt the same thing, even though that inner voice she had concerning him told her he had...Her lower lip trembling just slightly, trying to think of something to say...but there was nothing that could even begin to describe it, and so she did the one thing she could think of....the thing she wanted to do most...She pressed her lips against his once more, her hand lifting to softly trace her trembling fingers along his jawline...that feeling once more hitting her just as strongly and not fading in the slightest...if anything it just increased with each second her lips stayed pressed to his...Though this time she did not pull back. She couldn't.
Nothing in her life had ever felt more right than this moment......
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Post by Legion on Jul 28, 2012 15:18:43 GMT -6
Patrick smiled as she told him that he didn't have to be that with her. though after a moment it stung. Causing his head to pull back a bit. Some one else had told him that once. Kazumi. That he didn't ever have to be that with her. Looking down in guilt and shame at the thought. Knowing that with her, Azura that he really didn't have to be that. That she sucked that out of him. Her light consuming the darkness in his heart. The feeling that she gave him a soul. He hated it, not her, but that fact that he felt this way. For someone other then Kazumi. That Kazumi couldn't do that for him. He had promised that he would be there for Kazumi, to her crazy mother. And he had meant it. That he was and wanted to be there for her. And extreme amount of guilt at the feeling that he might not be able to uphold his end of the bargain anymore. But that feeling quickly being eaten away by her presence.
Looking back up at her, smiling again. Those feelings of guilt and shame being sucked away as he knew the truth. Even though he loved Kazumi and Ruth, so incredibly much, he knew that he had been set on an unalterable course. That he would only every be able to love Azura this much. Hell, it was a feeling that was so much stronger then he could have felt before they did whatever it was they did to him. Knowing that he wouldn't have been able to feel this way about anyone if it weren't for that damn doctor. But Patrick knew that now he could only ever truly be Azura's and that she could only ever truly be his. And with that knowledge Patrick leaned in with that kiss.
As Patrick's lips touched her and he felt her shiver, he felt it too. That feeling that was so incredible strong, that Patrick gasped as she did. It felt so good, so right. Completely washing away any doubts he may of had about the moment. That feeling so incredible, feeling so purely good in that moment, Patrick shivered as he felt her breath on his lips, looking into her innocent eyes with a look of desire so terribly strong, looking on with anticipation as she once more pressed her lips to his, his eyes closing, shivering at her delicate finger's touch of his jawline. Feeling that surge of emotion once more, causing his hand to slide back into her hair, pulling her that much deeper into the kiss. Tongue now pressing against her lips hungrily desperately seeking passage to find her tongue. Free hand gripping her side, to pull her in, firmly against him. So passionately desperate for her touch...
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Post by Azura on Jul 28, 2012 15:35:51 GMT -6
She felt that sadness from him, that guilt and regret and she hated that he had to feel that. Because of her....because she had done this to him...because she existed at all. A little whimper passing her lips though it was soon silenced as his emotions washed away. Looking up into his eyes, she saw that it was gone for him now as well and she knew that was of her doing...even if she didn't mean to...Not that she minded at all, she was happy he did not have to feel such things when he was with her.
But then he kissed her, and all sense of logic and reasonable thought just disappeared. Pulling back to look at him and then pressing her lips to his once more, there was nothing she craved more than that emotion, that sensation she got when he kissed her. It was so incredibly pure and good, more than she could have ever hoped to feel. She had always dreamed of one day having somebody to love her, to feel just a fraction of what she felt now, but she had never thought this, what she had with him, was possible.
Feeling his hand slide into her hair she would gasp against his lips, not pulling back this time, but instead being pulled in deeper against him, his hand gripping her side. She trembled, loving the way it felt to have his hand gripping her so tightly, pulling her into him. To feel his need just as strongly as she did her own. Her small body shifting with his touch, sliding into his lap and tilting her head and her lips parting as his tongue pressed forward...Instinct driving her to return the kiss just as it was given to her...tongue slowly and softly brushing against his own and her little body pressing against his chest...
The emotions swam through her mind and her heart, causing them both to race...She wasn't going to be the one to break away, not this time. She just could not help herself. Never had she really thought that she would find herself in this kind of position, but now that she had, nothing could ever feel more right. A little moan driven from her as her hand slid from his jawline and down the side of his neck. Her touch soft and filled with the very emotions that raced through her.
Slowly she would shift within his lap, curling into him and into his embrace. Her one hand sliding around his neck and lacing through his hair as the other pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat matching her own. Her body once more trembling as she tasted him through that kiss, drawing forth yet another moan and making her want this that much more, his desire sparking her own. Unable to fight it and truly not wanting to. Not a single part of her had any doubt or regret in this moment. There was just him and her...nothing else in the world mattered....
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Post by Legion on Jul 28, 2012 16:17:29 GMT -6
Patrick felt that tumult of emotions before their lips met. Knowing that he shouldn't feel this way for her, knowing that he had a wife that desperately needed him to get back home that he had a child that so desperately needed him. Guilt and pain at that, that he was here, feeling something so incredible, not trying to get out, even though he knew that he couldn't. But all that was felt, and then washed away in her presence. Her beautiful angelic presence that tore all those negative emotions away, not tearing away his love for his family but still. It was an amazing and strange feeling, difficult to describe really, no downright impossible.
Patrick couldn't help but smile at her as she pulled away, that feeling he had gotten from kissing her so amazingly incredible, so unreal. It was crazy really. The feel of her love so strong, so intense. Pushing away any feeling of guilt he had over this, though somewhere in the back of him mind he knew he'd hate himself for this later. But in this moment he only felt his love for her, and hers for him. That unexplainable emotion so strong, so incredible.
As Patrick pulled her into him he couldn't help but sigh. Loving the feel of her pressed against him, his little angel. Moaning quietly as she shifted into his lap, feeling her need for him in this moment, loving it, his need for her rising. Feeling her tongue sliding against his, his tongue caressing hers softly as she pressed further into his chest, sighing softly into that kiss at the feel. Shivering as she slid her hand down from his jawline, down around his neck, feeling her need her desires and emotions in her touch, in her heart as if it was his own. His own heart racing and his emotions so strong at hers.
Moaning softly as she shifted in his lap, curling into his embrace, his arms would wrap around her more firmly. Shivering as he felt her hand lacing in his hair, and her hand at his chest, feeling his heart beating at the exact same pace as hers. As she moaned into that kiss as he tasted her, his desired increased, perfectly with her own, as they were one, connected. Loving this moment, the only ones that mattered were them and their strong love. The thought that he'd hate himself for this not even occurring in her presence. Only him and her mattered as Patrick moaned softly into that kiss, shifting to lay her back on the ground, shifting to lay atop her...
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Post by Azura on Jul 28, 2012 16:41:28 GMT -6
She could not deny, no matter how hard she tried, what the sound of his moan did for her. It brought about something inside her that she had never know was possible. She had never felt this before, never known desire and lust. Yet this was so much stronger than that, so much stronger than anything she would ever feel for anyone else so long as she lived.
Moaning at the soft brush of his tongue along her own, she trembled all the more heavily. She could not get over how amazing he felt, how amazing the taste of his kiss was. Only proving to spark the intensity of her emotions and her need for him that much more. Little fingers curled within his hair, gripping firmly as she pulled him into that kiss all the more. She didn't want to let him go, not now, not ever, and though somewhere inside she knew that this was wrong, knew what kind of emotions he would suffer later because of it.....she could not stop.
She was beyond all thought of such at this point. All that mattered to her right here and now was him, and him alone. She could easily forget the rest of the world, just to stay wrapped within his arms....Where she belonged. A soft moan once more muffled against his lips, feeling his arms wrap so securely about her. Like this, even in the middle of a lab where she knew her death was immanent time and time again, she could not help but feel safe. In his arms she felt like for the first time in her life she was protected, wanted, cared for...everything she had never truly felt before.
She knew, deep down inside her that he would do anything to protect her if he could, and she would do the same for him. Nothing would stop her from trying to get to him, to protect him...to love him. Her head tilting a bit more, deepening the kiss all the more as she trembled softly within his grasp steadily now. She was nervous, excited, happy...so many positive emotions that had always seemed just beyond her reach. Now, though, now she felt them and she didn't ever wish to lose them, to loose this.
Another light moan given, feeling him shift with her in his arms so that he could press her back into the floor, the cool tile beneath her felt through her dress and causing her to arch up into him just a bit as he moved to lay down atop her. His weight, the feel of his hands and that continued, passionate kiss driving her to want more. Every time his own desire spiked so did her own, the same need, the same emotions...Truly one with one another.
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Post by Legion on Jul 28, 2012 17:36:53 GMT -6
Oh yes, he knew he would hate himself later for this, but now, he couldn't deny how much he wanted her. How much he needed her. Needed to taste her, needed to feel her pressed up against him. There was nothing to him right now but this moment, with her. Knowing that he could never love another being as much as he loved her, regardless of whether or not he wanted to. Knowing that only she could make him feel this good, this loved. Knowing that, as she moaned at the feel of his tongue, only he could make her feel the way she felt now.
Feeling her emotions of desire and need for him increase, his did as well, uncontrollably. Feeling her fingers grip his hair pulling him all the more into that kiss Patrick wanted nothing more then for this moment to last forever, to be here with her and her alone. The knowledge that he'd hate himself for it, not really present, looming in his mind, solely because of her. Finding himself only here in this moment.
Shivering at the feel of her moan on his lips, loving that he could make her feel this way he deepened the kiss even further. Feeling her trembling in his grasp making him all the more excited, knowing that her excitement would rise too. Feeling all of her emotions, that happiness, that excitement, that nervousness, all of them reflected in his own grasp of her in his arms. Knowing that in this place, this lab, that death was around the corner. Mind loss, memory loss, death, all of that was around the corner, potentially for everyone, and Patrick knew it was for himself. Tomorrow the torture would start all over again and at the end of it he'd without a doubt die another death. But right now, none of that mattered. All that mattered right now was the angel within his arms.
Shivering at the sound of her moan as he shifted her down below him, laying atop her. Kissing her far more deeply, far more passionately. Pressing down on to her, loving the feel that he got from her body pressed against his. Tongue passionately and hungrily caressing hers, desire in his every touch. Hand on her side sliding down to the skirt of her dress, pushing it up, hand sliding up the bare flesh of her thigh, moaning softly at the feel...
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Post by Azura on Jul 28, 2012 18:26:41 GMT -6
His emotions were all over the place, she could feel it just as surely as she could her own and she loved that. Loved that she could feel him in such a way. True, it had been disturbing at first, but in reality it would never be anything but right...but natural. The only things that made this even remotely feel unnatural was the suddenness with which it had occurred. So many things that they still had sort out, so many emotions that had not been there only a couple hours ago.
In fact, a couple hours ago she was consumed with her guilt for her actions against him. She felt guilt that she was alive, that she had existed at all to become what she was now. A part of her, however small, had hated what she was, and she had wished every day that she had never been born. If she had never been born, then perhaps things would not have gotten this bad with this lab. Perhaps so many people would not have been hurt.
Yet now, in this moment with him, she didn't feel those things. She didn't see herself as some freak, some science experiment, some abomination. No, she felt like an angel....Like his angel. The thought alone drawing a soft moan from her lips and causing her to arch up into him once more. The sensation created by being pressed into the his firm body, indescribable. Her little fingers continuing to grip his hair, pulling him into that kiss which had only seemed to deepen more as he laid down on top of her.
Slowly, hesitantly at first, her other hand would move from his chest and begin to trace down his stomach toward his side. Finding herself about halfway down, her determination, and grasping his side rather firmly as her fingers came to rest against it, pulling his weight further down atop of her, moaning a bit more passionately, a bit more loudly. He felt so good, pressing against her in a way that almost felt like he was meant to be there, meant to fit against her own so perfectly.
But then, she felt his own hand move, sliding down her body and grasping the skirt of her dress. Softly she would tense against him, within his arms. She knew what he was trying to do, and yet, at the same time, she didn't know. It wasn't like she had ever done anything like this before. This was her first kiss, and though she wanted more, she still had those normal feelings of nervousness that washed over her.
Still, she did not pull back from that kiss, instead opting to savor the taste of him all the more. She honestly didn't think she could ever get tired of it. No, in fact she knew that she never would. In fact, the truth was, the longer she kissed him the more she craved him. Yet when his hand slid upward along her bare thigh, the sensation came as such a shock that she had no option but to gasp and pull back, breaking the kiss and looking up at him with hazel eyes so full of innocence and uncertainty.
She wanted him, she needed him, but she needed to see in his eyes that he wanted it too. To know that he loved her and that he truly wanted to be with her. That she was the one on his mind right here and right now.
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Post by Legion on Jul 28, 2012 21:53:27 GMT -6
Patrick was loving this, more then he should perhaps, but he was loving it all the same. Loving the closeness and the connection that he felt with her, every single emotion, between both of them. That kind of intimacy, well it was as terrifying as it was amazing. It made it absolutely impossible for them to lie to each other. As terrifying as it was to have someone know every emotion you were feeling, so strongly to the point that they could almost tell what you were thinking, it was comforting, knowing that they couldn't possibly lie to you and you couldn't lie to them. It took away one of the fundamental problems of any relationship, the issue of trust, it meant that he could never lie to her, intentionally or unintentionally or her to him. That was a great feeling because they only wanted what was best for each other, so being selfish towards each other didn't seem like much of an option. It seemed like a gift at this point, from Patrick's perspective at the moment.
The feeling with her, Patrick couldn't quite describe it. Without her he felt like a demon, a terrible and complete monster, whose only purpose was destruction. But with her, he didn't feel that. While he didn't have to be the person with Kazumi, as much as he hated to admit it, with Azura he wasn't that person. With Kazumi he didn't have to be that person. Although, one could argue, with Kazumi and Ruth neither was he, up until a few hours ago. He had been content in his freedom. Though all that was something for introspection at a later date, although it was anyone's guess as ti if that would happen.
Patrick shivered as he felt her hand slide down his chest to his side, sighing softly as she gripped his side. As he pressed down into her the thought crossed his mind that they were the perfect match, a though reflected. Loving the feel of her body pressed against his, feeling just perfect. All doubts in this moment gone, sucked away by her, like he sucked away her guilt. As Patrick's hand slid up her dress hand sliding up her thigh, he felt her tense up, felt her nervousness. Making it rather clear to him that it was her first time. Not that he thought any less of her, no, he still felt the world about her. He couldn't help but feel that for her. Loving the kiss, feeling her crave him all the more, in turn wanting her more are more. His own craving for her increasing. But as he hand slid up her thigh he felt that gasp, and felt her pull away.
Patrick smiled at her, at her innocence. But as he felt her uncertainty, his increased as well. He wanted her, and he loved her, but as her uncertainty increased so did his. All the old worries and doubts about whether this right or wrong creeping back to the forefront. Thoughts of his wife, Kazumi. Oh, Patrick wanted her, that was certain, but her fears and doubts only encouraged his on. His eyes slowly turning from desired filled to uncertain as the uncertainty allowed the battle to rage in his head once again. Giving a frustrated little sigh at the whole situation before he slowly shifted his weight off of her. Yes, he wanted her, and he loved her, but he also loved Kazumi, and had made a commitment to her. His love for Kazumi causing him to feel guilt at what he had done and what he had been about to do. But he couldn't deny that he loved Azura either. Another frustrated growl given, hate directed towards the doctor and his crew, though in her presence the hate was eaten away.
Rolling onto his back putting his hands under his head he would sigh, "I'm sorry Azura, I don't know what to do. What we should do. I mean I love ye, in a way far deeper then I've ever felt. But I love Kazumi too and love our daughter Ruth and I want to do right by them and made a commitment to them. One that I had no doubts about upholding and being happy to do so up until a few hours ago."
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