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- Temeraire Stormbringer - 09-17-2012 [html]
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Disbelief would probably be an understatement for the male. Anger and rage were warring with the unconditional love he felt for the vixen in mind, the frustration of not knowing the whole story. Regardless of not having the whole picture, Temeraire knew what he'd been told. She'd never wanted him, she'd only wanted it. His cursed family promise, a heavy weight that seemed to drag him down wherever he went. The fact that she not only knew about it, but had wormed her way into his life to get to it was like a stab to his heart. He loved her and even with this rageful thoughts racing around in his head, a larger part of him clung to the hope that it wasn't true. She loved him too, surely? Even as he thought it, a more practical part of him tried to squash it. He must not get soft- he knew the information to be true. His mate had only ever been with him for her own personal gain. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sonje Helsi - 09-17-2012 [html] (*giggles* I'm going to have too much fun with this... Is it possible to have too much fun?)
Sonje by Sie! His voice, the highlight of her everyday. They could go hours apart, attending to individual duties and other small nuances of their personalities, but she had become too accustomed to seeing his face every day to go without it for more than that. She was drawing when he arrived, one of only three hobbies she practiced regularly; the other two being cooking and sword-fighting. How lady-like. But Sonje didn't need to be a lady. She fit with Temeraire, and he loved her unconditionally—something she treasured more than anything, as she'd never had someone show her such love before. So when he called, Sonje tossed her pad aside, scrambling from the covers of their bedding in an effort to greet him. She crashed into him, knowing his arms to be steady and strong, her bronze fur melting into his raven pelt like it belonged. She kissed him, full on the mouth, and a sleek hand snaked up to play with his white-rimmed ear (a habit), as she stood back again to observe him. She tilted her head, a small, admiring smile piercing her lips as she marveled that he was hers, a fact she was confident in. She didn't even remember—as it had been purged from her thoughts a long time ago—the real reason she'd come to know the amazing young man. #je-bust p { text-indent: 50px; padding: 0; margin: 10px 0; } #je-bust p.jeImage { float: right; text-align: right; font: 10px Verdana; font-style: italic; margin: -.5px;} #je-bust .ooc { text-indent: 20px; text-align: left; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; font-weight: normal; } #je-bust q { font-weight: bold; } </style> [/html] - Temeraire Stormbringer - 09-18-2012 [html]
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He was deathly quiet as he stood in the house that had represented all he'd ever wanted. He thought he had it all- Sonje was beautiful and since their time together, she'd transformed into a wonderful mate. Neither of them were perfect, the Stormbringer male appreciated that. But this... this went above and beyond a simple mistake. His stomach clenched, making it difficult to breath. And the worst part- his automatic relaxation when her soft voice called down from above that she was coming. He heard her, white rimmed ears tipping forwards to hear her thundering down the stairs. As soon as she came into sight, his body seemed to give a jerk before her own slammed into his. Automatically, his arms came to steady her, wrapping firmly around her waist. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sonje Helsi - 09-18-2012 [html]
Sonje by Sie! Something was wrong—and now that she was paying attention, he didn't have to narrow those lovely blue eyes for her to notice it. It was in the slight contours of his face, something uneasy lie there, perhaps unsettling. Had the meeting with his "old friend" gone awry, or was it something else? Concern laced her features, even as he spoke. Some sort of truth had upset him; of course, it didn't register to Sonje what he was hinting at. He stepped back, and reflexively she reached for him, wanting to lay her hand on his gray chest, just beneath his settled charms, but somehow she felt (for the first time) that her touch would not be welcome. So she hesitated and then dropped it back to her side, worry spreading across her face like wildfire. She glanced down at his hands, read his increasingly tense body language, and now it was her turn to take a step back, slicking her own ears back from sheer confusion. She shook her head, not understanding his question. - Temeraire Stormbringer - 09-19-2012 [html]
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The unchecked anger coursing through his blood was icy cold, which was perhaps a little surprising to the male in itself. He always considered anger to be hot, rage and fury were hot emotions. But this was freezing, sliding down his spine to make him shiver uncontrollably. As he'd moved back, she'd automatically made to correct the distance and it made his stomach clench. His closing fists were noted and Sonje stepped back, a movement that Teme was grateful for. He'd never wanted to hit a girl before- but then no-one had ever broken his heart this way. His love, he almost choked on the thought that he still considered her as such, picked up on his body language almost immediately and her questions came tumbling forward. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sonje Helsi - 09-20-2012 [html] (Feel free to PP as much as you want )
Sonje by Sie! And just as she suspected, her words weren't enough to quell the steadily rising beast in front of her. Sonje had never had cause to be afraid of Temeraire before, so it was doubly shocking when he shouted at her, grabbed her even, and held her so firmly that she nearly buckled to his will. But the wolfdog had always been a defiant brat, and though her eyes shone with confusion and uncertainty, they hardened as he glared at her, realizing that she suddenly might have to defend herself against the only man she'd ever loved. His anger brought an unbidden fear into her heart, something she'd never experienced before. Sonje wasn't a fearful creature by any means, but his tight grip threatened to completely cut off circulation in her arms, and a fight was brewing so readily and so quickly that she was momentarily frightened at the prospect of the outcome. Of losing him. He wouldn't hurt her, she thought—but even as this assurance crossed her mind, he hissed at her, something terrible. Initially she gave a small gasp at the accusation, which did little except to affirm her guilt. Both simultaneous actions had Sonje careening carelessly into their small dinner table, where she'd set many meals for her husband and even shared a passionate, spur-of-the-moment tryst or two atop of. She snarled as she rocked the table, moving it several feet back and making a chair lose its balance. She gripped the edge of the table hard, steadying herself, but breathing hard. It'd happened too fast for her to comprehend, and she was vaguely aware that she'd taken the brunt of the table into her stomach. She whipped her head around, looking at him with both such fury and sorrow that it was difficult to tell which one was more prevalent.
She thought to say something else to him, perhaps denying it would help, but her mind was in a fray and she was loping up the steps without another word—just trying to escape. Ironically, it looked like she was heading upstairs for the book, which, if anything, was the last thing on her mind at the moment. - Temeraire Stormbringer - 09-21-2012 [html]
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The fear and defensiveness in Sonje's eyes as he gripped her tighter, claws most likely piercing the skin, only seemed to cement the fact that she was guilty in the males own mind. If she wasn't guilty, she had nothing to fear from him. As he moved closer, muzzle just millimetre's away from her own, he thought he felt her struggle, trying to back away as he hissed in her face. Never before had he felt so angry, or so powerful. The softest of gasps came from her, serving only to deepen his snarl, before her own shout rang in his ears. It was the final straw, to which he'd given a disgusted roar and shoved her. Unfortunately for her, it was coupled with the lurch she'd given backwards, which meant the little female went careening into their dining table. It struck across her abdomen and for a moment her body flashed forward against the table so she lay against it. It didn't last long however. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sonje Helsi - 09-23-2012 [html]
Sonje by Sie! One hand on the rail, one hand on her forehead as she fought back a splitting headache—too many thoughts, too much chaos, too much at once. She'd reached the seventh or eighth step before a searing pain started on either side of her legs, and she howled in pain, whirling to face her attacker with a snarl. Temeraire had completely lost it, buried so deep into his anger that Sonje felt no amount of words could dig him out. Her only consideration would be to incapacitate him and make him listen; but she hadn't thought of this soon enough (in fact, it still hadn't even properly crossed her mind) and she was struggling to merely defend herself, let alone go on the offensive. Sonje wasn't usually so clumsy, but then again, her mate wasn't usually trying to kill her. She'd taken to her knees on the steps, gritting her teeth as blood began a steady flow down each thigh. The same time to made to still get upstairs, she felt him move beneath her, and she barely had time to turn and brace herself before he was on top of her again. She was screaming, thrashing. And even as she struggled beneath his overbearing weight, a body she'd once loathed to be without, she found that she couldn't find in herself the will to hurt him or struggle hard enough. Adrenaline fled through her veins, but it wouldn't apply itself, for some reason, to anything but making her heart pump unbearably fast. He finally had her pinned on the stairs, containing her forearms and trapping her slender legs between his. He straddled her, but dared not get close enough to her tear-stricken face, as her teeth were borne viciously at him, threatening to bite. Before he could cause more real damage, she jerked both knees up forcibly, aiming to nail him in the groin and free herself long enough to get up the steps. Viper, her dagger, was up there. She could at the very least keep him at bay with it. Fuck the book and everything it had once meant to her: Immortality. The greatest, most unearthly riches. Fantasy after fantasy for anyone as selfish as her. But that had all been before she'd gotten to know Teme... before she'd fallen in love with him. How could he do this? How could he toss everything away like this? And then she remembered that his whole life had been dedicated to that book, when she'd only been given a short while. A few months was all it had took for her to get in—and it was all backfiring now. Tears flowed freely now, having never imagined being in love... and then having to fight said loved one like this. |