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- Alexey Koios - 11-11-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... xeyban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Libribabe. This fails. Gah. :| 300+ There was no way to turn back time. Alexey knew this, because up until recently, she'd tried just about everything to do so. For the longest time now, the Acer had found comfort in the daily routine she'd settled into. A predictable lifestyle provided her with the security she so desperately sought; that alone had always been enough to satisfy the Acer. Her very existence revolved around nurturing others; Conor and Emwe above all. But now, times were changing. With them nearing the age of one, Alexey found herself unsure of what the future held for her. Having no control over such things was unsettling to say the least. How quickly they had grown up. Conor's love and appreciation had expanded over time, stretching far beyond their close-knit relationship. It was definitely a good thing for him to frequent other wolves; many of their packmates, for example, had impressive skills and hobbies of their own. Perhaps he'd even get to learn a few things. Alexey had no particular talent to relay; nothing that could've been of use to a young wolf. After all, it was only normal for the Soul boy to seek knowledge elsewhere. Although Alexey understood this, she couldn't help but worry. Would Conor eventually move on? It was a strong possibility, one far too realistic. It left her feeling helpless and intimidated by what would inevitably happen. Accepting fate was much easier with Emwe, mostly because he'd always been much more independent. At least that's what she often told herself. But with Conor, things were different. Things would always be different with him. There was a harsh, almost severe expression on her face as she tried to make sense of the chaos in her mind. Thankfully, Lexey's strenuous task was soon interrupted by swift movement to the left. A fiery blur appeared around the corner, and the Caregiver's frown instantly vanished as her golden gaze found the fox's big brown eyes. He was fully grown now, dotted with a new set of teeth and a silky coat of apricot fur. His presence, as always, foreshadowed his owner's. Her nose twitched with recognition as Conor's scent slowly wafted to her. Her little prince had come home. - Conor Soul - 11-12-2009 [html]
- Alexey Koios - 11-12-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... xeyban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+ It was amazing how his mere presence never failed to radiate warmth, like sunlight shinning through the cloudiest days. Would he ever realize how special he really was? His smile, the one he bore every single day, never failed to baffle her. The last few months had been a blur; it felt like she'd woken up one day to find her baby boy all grown up. An adult rank had been assigned to him just recently. Perhaps this promotion was the source of her inner turmoil; the passage from Surculus to Silva was not to be taken lightly. With adult ranks came a great deal of responsibilities. Already, the Acer could foresee the path he would follow; one similar to Cwmfen's, one that would require him to protect Dahlia de Mai with his life. Accepting such a thing wasn't easy for Alexey; never would she have been able to predict that their roles would one day be reversed. He was the one taking care of her now. His size struck her the most when, in a huff of relief, she'd thrown both of her arms around him. There was no hesitation as she embraced him affectionately, in the same motherly way she'd always used. "Coco!" she exclaimed jubilantly, creamy tail thrashing back and forth. A few seconds were spared for Alco, who also received part of the love she had to give. Delicate fingers moved to the back of the tangerine creature's receivers, lightly scratching the top of his head like she'd done a million times before. The Caregiver's attention then returned to the adolescent boy standing before her, seemingly towering over her small frame. "Oh, nothing." A few seconds of silence sprung forth while she assessed the second part of her answer. "I was just waiting for you two to come home," she admitted, gesturing to their smaller friend, as if her explanation hadn't been clear enough. ""Haven't seen much of you lately. Where have you been, mister?!" - Conor Soul - 11-14-2009 [html]
- Alexey Koios - 11-21-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... xeyban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+ Things were ever changing, and nothing could be taken for granted. She'd purposely lingered in his embrace, lightly pressing the tip of her nose against his. Her insecurities were eating her alive, spreading little seeds of doubt in her brain; stirring up emotional injuries she'd thought long healed. Somewhere along the way, her dire need for affection had caused their relationship to become far more complicated than it ever should have been. The Acer had nurtured him far too much, in ways that went far beyond a mother's unconditional love. He was to her what she was to him, everything. Many people had come and gone; Adelaida, Sankor, Aiden, Dreyrugr, Kol. None of them had stayed. And for that reason, she'd opened her heart and soul to the only person who'd shown unfaltering proof of eternal devotion and loyalty. But he was growing up far too quickly. They could go days without seeing each other. There were times when she'd wonder if he would up and disappear, just like so many others had done. Although his assumption had a playful undertone, the words were enough to freeze her blood. Alexey couldn't help the anxious expression that briefly flitted across her face; honey-hued orbs riveted to his face, silently pleading her case. He was putting her in a position she didn't want to be in. The Koios girl could not admit to how much she needed him, as it could've been easily misinterpreted on his part. Her thoughts wandered to that night, months ago, when she'd exiled him from her bedroom. The memory was not a pleasant one, but Lexey found comfort in the fact that it had been necessary. Was he old enough to hear the reasoning behind her actions? Before she could even deliberate, the violet-eyed boy broke the impending silence with another affirmation. "At the bottom of the sea, where they can hurt no one," she acquiesced softly, with an absent-minded smile. "Good idea." How she'd managed a reply was a mystery, because her mind was still focused on the youngter's minor accusation. A light frown creased her forehead as she debated with herself, knowing an explanation could either alleviate the atmosphere, or ruin everything. "Conor," His name tickled her throat as it left her vocal cords. It felt unfamiliar. Affectionate little nicknames had always been used in reference to the boy. But not today. "I had no choice. You know that, right? People wouldn't understand," she murmured, partly intimidated by the idea that someone might overhear their conversation. Such eventuality would destroy the credibility she'd worked so hard to attain. - Conor Soul - 11-21-2009 [html]
- Alexey Koios - 11-22-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... xeyban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+ More words tumbled out of his maw, forming an agreement of sorts. But whether he truly understood the essence of her decision was questionable. One faux pas would send her whole world crashing down. Perhaps Conor didn't see how dangerous of a game they were playing. She couldn't blame him though; because it was his right, as a teenager, to experiment between right and wrong. On the flip side, it was her job to set the record straight between them. She'd tried once before, and it had been the hardest thing she'd ever done. Fear was the source of her motivation. The Acer had briefly considered giving in before, more than once. But every time she'd come close to doing so, the Lillium's face had materialized before her eyes; his face contorted in a grotesque manner. Dahlia de Mai's very own executioner. He, of all people, would never understand. What came next was irreversible. She did not have time to prepare for it, having detected no signs of his intentions until it was too late. Their gazes intertwined, a mixture of gold and violet as he internally debated with himself. There was something different about the way he regarded her. Alexey was about to react, to question the boy's sudden change of behavior, when comprehension finally washed over her."Don't," she murmured, just a millisecond before his lips met hers. A variety of emotions ensued, flooding her mind with feelings ranging from sheer horror to unexplainable bliss. He'd sealed her fate with one swift movement, condemning her to a life of sin. His lips might as well have been sugar-coated, because the Caregiver simply could not pull away. She too, allowed her eyes to flutter close, long enough for her to savor the forbidden fruit until shocking blue orbs flashed behind her eyelids. Her reaction was immediate; a gasp escaped the Acer's lungs, as if the wind had been knocked out of her. Amber-colored eyes then snapped open, followed by a swift retreat. Several steps were taken backwards. It was the safest direction she could find; away from the child she'd just taken advantage of. The Koios femme brought her left hand up to her mouth, trembling fingers lightly touching the area where he'd come into contact with her. No sounds came out of her mouth as she examined his face, golden globes wide with undeniable shock. Her face was devoid of emotion for quite some time, and then reality struck. What had they done? - Conor Soul - 11-25-2009 [html]
- Alexey Koios - 12-12-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... xeyban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+ Something shattered within the Acer. Harsh, cold realization. The broken boy she'd loved and cared for was now dead. Little Coco was no more. Someone had replaced him, and Alexey had failed to realize this until now. What troubled her most was the fact that she adored this new person just as much, if not more, than the child she'd protected for so long. It was disheartening, suffering the loss of her little boy, only to find herself smitten by the man who'd taken him away. A sudden chill travelled up the Caretaker's spine, but not from the chilly temperature. Disgust with herself, followed by fear and confusion, all dominated by the unexplainable feelings of warmth swelling in her chest caused her to take another step back. This was as new to her as it was foreign to him. Even Dreyrugr, with his handsome looks and charming manners, had never been granted access to her soul. His arm reached out to touch hers, offering the comfort she so desperately needed on a silver platter. But her feet remained firmly planted to the ground; she was frozen in place. Her heart ached for him. It was as much physical as spiritual. A hint of pain was noticeable, a prelude to the crushing blow that would inevitably happen if she didn't walk away right now. Her right hand lightly coiled around the boy's wrist, stopping him in his attempt to soothe the pain. This was morally wrong, no matter how wonderful it had felt. She deserved to feel pain. Her heart had betrayed her common sense, consequently trapping her between a rock and a hard place. "I can't do this," she breathed, shaking her head with firm conviction. They couldn't. Her gaze avoided his, not wanting to see the desperation in his lavender-hued orbs. By refusing to let their eyes meet, she hoped that he would not see the distress hiding behind her unshed tears. "I'm sorry, I need some time to think," Before he could protest, that is if he had any intention of doing so, the Acer turned and left; headed for the pack borders and beyond. Away from him. - Conor Soul - 12-12-2009 [html]
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