Stay...(Cael)

[Kevala Katashi]

Pain in she ass she might have been.....okay...she was...but that was just Kev. Most people either learned to live with it, or ended up hating her at some point. She was definitely hoping he was the former.

Caught up within his grasp, becoming all kinds of tangled despite her best efforts to escape him, she would find herself wrapped up in his embrace, not exactly fighting it at the moment..her lips pressing back against his as he kissed her. She had to admit that the fight between them wasn't really going to get anywhere like this....but she wasn't going to complain. Fingers curling against him to grasp him tightly as she allowed the kiss to linger a bit longer before reluctantly breaking away and whispering softly against his lips. "Now...if you do that..I am definitely going to have to kill somebody." A slight chuckle before untangling one of her arms and lacing fingers through his hair at the back of his head and pulling him into her, kissing him once more and yet keeping one hand pressed flat against him in order to guard against some sort of attack....Call her paranoid. Heh.

[Cael Seran]

Cael softly let his eyes wander, a moment of brief peace overtaking his features as he noted the foray to which they were encompassed in. Her yard held such recluse, that being said she probably never ventured here being one of certain commodities. Kissing her briefly Cael pulled back letting his hands open up behind his back to hold him upright and yet remaining distanced from her.

"So much for training.."

A cool laugh noting that he'd failed in that measure, but at the very same time noting how much his little time as an experiment had changed him. No longer was he really that serious little boy getting worked up over trivial matters, all that he knew was this lingering peace and what he wanted out of life. It wasn't just the fight in him but rather the fight to keep things as they were.

[Kevala Katashi]

She couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled back to recline a bit, holding himself up. She on the other hand managed to stay upright, if only because she was so damn small and he provided enough support with the current position. "Yes well...To be fair, I don't fight like most other people." Yes, that was one way of putting it.

A slender brow arching as he seemed to get lost a bit in thought, her head tilting slightly. She knew that whatever was coming was weighing on him, and deep down she knew what that was....but she tried her best to pretend she didn't. But how could she not? All the signs pointed toward "The Doctor" or whatever he went by these days...Not to mention Kev had been forced to learn to read people to even get a sliver of a grasp on anything his Father was doing...something she typically failed at with Gabriel but that she was pretty good at with everyone else on the planet. "You know...I have some men you can take with you...If you want." Shrugging slightly as she would wiggle herself free from his grasp. "They aren't doing anything...I mean, it would be nice to actually feel validated in writing their paychecks each month."

A hand coming up to wrap fingers through her ponytail to pull the hair tie free form it. Tongue slowly crossing over her lips as she did so, before offering him a glance and shaking her head slightly. "Don't worry..I will just tell them to be waiting for your call and do whatever you say..That way your little secret is safe up until the very end." Nodding a bit before she would dust off her butt and then stand there looking down at him, that smile curled lightly upon her lips.

[Cael Seran]

Now this was something he wasn't surprised about. Kevala offering to help, granted he supposed she'd make her way into his business anyhow. With all his attempts to keep this veiled from her it was fairly obvious given his statures, his sighs, the changes in his facade that recklessly disrobed him to be seen on the world.

"No, I'd rather you stay out of it... stay safe."

He nervously bit his lip letting those eyes carry upwards to her meagerly sitting there with no real purpose other than enjoy where he was.

[Kevala Katashi]

She paused. This being one of those moments where she genuinely had to catch herself before blurting out something about being offended by the insinuation that she couldn't handle herself. She knew that wasn't the case, but a woman could only take so much ridicule before she developed a natural defense mechanism against it. A deep, silent breath drawn inward, the only indication being the evident rise and fall of her chest before she would turn back toward where he sat.

Bowing her head slightly, she would slowly pace forward...those hips, as always, holding that natural, fluid sway to them that breathed grace and seduction. Something both very feminine and very predatory about the way she moved. Not intentional by any means, just an art she had practiced in her youth until he became second nature...until she was flawless in her every move. Lowering herself down before him just slightly, enough to bring her eye to eye with him once more as her hand came forth and tiny silken digits would trace along his jaw.

Icy hues, lingering upon his own as she stayed silent, there would be a clear storm brewing behind her gaze...an attempt to gather her thoughts as she softly chewed upon her lower lip. "You have seen the scars..." A glance to her thighs which laid slightly parted due to her current stance, referring of course to those that lined the insides of each. "Ask yourself why I have not slept more than ten minutes since you first came here. Why it is that I never sleep unless I drink myself into oblivion."

Her hand falling from his face would trace along his neck and down his chest and to the spot on his hip where the mark was...the very one that she too carried. "The man you are after...gave me far more than what he delivered to you. I lost count of the number of times...and the number of men he let at me before he would torture and murder me....only to bring me back to suffer through a hell I thought would never end."

With that, and in a swift, fluid motion, she would withdraw herself from him and rise to stand, slowly turning and heading back toward the house as her hand ran through her locks, now freed from that ponytail she had tied them into. "I understand your concern. Please try to understand why this thing you ask, I cannot promise you." Another slight bow before she would turn and jog her way back up the stairs and retreat into the house.

She wanted to promise him, that she could and would stay away. That she would let him have his fun and be waiting for when he was done, and any other time she could and gladly would....but this one thing...she could not. She had spent far too many years with the nightmares of that place trapped in her head to promise she wouldn't become involved.

[Cael Seran]

"Which is exactly why I don't want you involved... assistence or otherwise."

Cael held a stern glare, he was certain that if she did manage to get herself involved in this exchange it'd only lead to something most fowl and having her men included in the scenario would provoke other objectives regardless of what orders she'd given them.

"I understand better than you can imagine, I need a clear head going into this and I can't have that with you getting in the middle."

It was a selfish request he knew that, a chauvanist, douchy response that made his skin tingle for it having left his mouth. He wasn't like his father calling upon loved ones to do his bidding only to scorn them later no, Cael was selfish and he'd do everything in his power to keep those he cared for protected.

[Kevala Katashi]

She paused halfway up the stairs at his words, yet she did not turn around. No, she stood, and she listened silently as her hands folded together neatly in front of her. Perfectly calm and perfectly still she would hear out his explanation and give a slight nod at the end to signify that she had heard every word. Yet...meanwhile...the inside of her mind was like a raging fire, spreading wildly throughout every dark, untouched corner of thought she possessed. The demon inside, that stayed so tame and controlled growling as the chains which held it rattled and jerked in efforts for it to be free.

A deep breath, released in a soft rush of air past her lips as she would try her best, her absolute best, to keep from being as snippy and bitchy as she wished to be right that moment. She was a rather proud person after all, and that...well that had stung. "Fifteen years ago, he broke into my home, while Ezekial slept in the other room and drugged me. He then proceeded to slit my wrists and convince the woman I loved that I was suicidal. He tortured me. He experimented on me and his goons raped me every night, two, three at a time."

She shuddered, breath leaving her in a shaky wave as she would clench her hands together in front of her as tightly as she could, the feeling of her nails biting through her flesh the only thing that kept her grounded in the here and now, and not back then in that place and time. "I forgot who I was, who she was..I forgot I had children. I even forgot your Father. I was reduced to the mentality of a child." She nodded, her shoulders straightening as she found herself trying to curl herself up...the cold feeling that much stronger now as memory upon memory slammed into her. "I have struggled to find him and to protect everyone I care for from him...and have failed three times thus far. My life, devoted to making sure he doesn't hurt anyone else like he did me and making him pay for what he did to me."

She would give another pause before she would start to feel the blood running down her hands, clue enough to her that she needed to stop...and yet she had just one more thing to say. "At the time, you were not even born. So, correct me if I am wrong, but if there is anyone getting in the middle here...it would be you. I love you, and I respect your decision. All I ask is that you respect mine." And with that, she would jog the rest of the way up the stairs and into the house, the door shutting behind her as she disappeared inside.

Only once she was away from him would the panic and the weight of those memories set in, fingers uncurling from one another as her hands trembled and her breathing became just a bit labored. Icy hues laced with crimson and burning with tears cast down to the cuts on her hands as she shook her head and quickly disappeared upstairs and into the guest room of the house, shutting the door behind her as she went.