M - take my heart out

Talitha de le Poer · 06-09-2011, 12:46 AM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, or strong sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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For Cotl. Backdated to June 06, 2011 -- if that's okay. I can change it if Cotl is busy that day. <3 Sometime around late afternoon, early evening.

With Caillen dead, efficiently buried in the earth near the entrace to her den, Talitha had tried to forget. Silence had been her code for hours; Myron was concerned for his young friend who had, without a desire to speak of the past, come to him in a similar situation. It occured to the man that she needed the comfort of a friend who could do more for her than speak on loss. It had been his idea to send her to the room at the end of the second floor hall of the Mansion, his idea to take the worn guitar that needed strings. He'd been the one to bring back ink, as a gift to the crude orange hybrid who lived there. Talitha hadn't wished to see anyone, but Myron made it sound so nice to take comfort in the presence of another lover.

Guitar and inks in hand, the russet hybrid made her way from the cave she'd staked claim on, determined to see the German she'd befriended the fall before. Still, silence did not let her go. Even as she ascended the stairs, turning down the hall with careful steps, the broken Princess spoke nothing. It wasn't until she was faced with Ende that she opened her mouth to call for him. "Cotl? Are you home?" She didn't bother to wait for an answer, gently pushing open the door that separated her from the Imaginifer. "I have something for you." Of course, in the moment it was simply the ink, but she expected to give him more than a temporary gift. Cotl had always been there for her in the past, a constant in her life that had done well for her since the loss of their puppies. Though much different than Caillen Winters, Cotl occupied a portion of the woman's cold heart.

Cotl · 06-09-2011, 12:07 PM

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OOC: Don't worry, When Marik passes out after getting drunk, he's completely out. Cotl used to get him drunk and tattoo him (which is why Marik has ridiculous tattoos) so he had no choice in the matter. +3

He'd been sitting in his room alone this afternoon after a morning full of Marik and his dramatics about how no one loves him and how his life was so horrible and whatever the male was going on about. Cotl ended up just stuffing a whiskey bottle in the male's hand to get him to just drink and shut up about how he wasn't able to get his ass buddy that he had been with to fuck him last night or whatever. Cotl had also taken to drinking so he would be able to put up with this brother's retarded bullshit that Cotl was always dragged into because he cared about his brother. He found that one of these days, he'd have to stop caring, because Cotl could not always be there for Marik, they were too different. No matter how much Marik did not want to hear it, it was true and Cotl needed to have his own life away from his brother. Cotl did not tell his brother this yet, for he wanted to ease Marik away. He didn't want to hurt his brother to the point where he would want to kill himself (it was always a chance that this would happen) so there was no other choice but to take it slow.

It wouldn't be until Marik was passed the fuck out on his floor would there be a voice coming from the other side of his slightly ajar door. It was a familiar voice, though it had a tinge of sorrow within it, which was slightly normal, but this seemed slightly strange. She came in with her guitar in one hand and inks in another then. Cotl's drunken eyes rolled to look at the woman and he twitched his neck, and a devilish grin formed on his lips. gifts? Du never gib mich nothings.. the man spoke, actually surprised about the woman coming baring gifts for the man. Cotl then looked down at his passed out brother, face down on the floor. He let out a chuckle from his maw. Marik ist passed die fucks out. -NYEH- Don'ts minds him. the man spoke to her as he patted the bed next to him, inviting her into his domain and into the bed she had been several times before. Was die occasions? the man asked, cocking his head to the woman and twitching his large rust ears.

Talitha de le Poer · 06-09-2011, 11:23 PM

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Ugh. Short...again. T_T

It seemed Marik had decided to spend time in the room with his brother, as she had to step over him on her way further into the room. Cotl seemed surprised; apparently she never gave him anything, a fact that caused the woman to scowl. She gave him plenty. She had sex with him. To Talitha, that was enough; paltry gifts were useless except to the most desperate individuals. The guitar was rested on the floor, settled up against the frame of Cotl's worn bed. He'd invited her to sit, so naturally she took his offer. As she had on many occasions, the russet female came to rest beside the German, relaxing on the mattress and gazing upward toward the roof.

"There doesn't have to be any occasion, Cotl, I just wanted to bring them to you." One slender arm held out the inks; they were mostly black and blue, as Myron had been unsuccessful in scavenging up reds for the artist. It was a shame, really, as she'd stolen the red ink last time they'd talked. A sigh escaped his forlorn lover, crimson eyes closing while she though of what to say. "We don't talk as often; I don't think I like it." Perhaps Talitha was known for her abrasive, easily agitated personality, but she did enjoy the company of those who had carved their way into her heart.

Cotl · 06-10-2011, 08:48 PM

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OOC: i have the amazing ability to talk about nothing. I'm sorry >.> +5

Cotl watched the movements of the woman as she had stepped over his passed out brother and she had made her way to the bed and then she sat beside him, making sure to put her guitar at the end of the bed. He'd naturally look at the strings, and how her guitar was beat the fuck up compared to his own, in which he made sure to touch up every year or so and he also made sure to find himself strings when he needed them. Marik also knew how to make guitar strings out of horse hair and though the sound was different than the metal ones, they still worked for Cotl when he needed them. That's what his brother was good for. Making those guitar strings, and also making those stupid little dolls. Espeically the one of him. It was stupid because Izaak loved the damn thing. That's the only reason, and Cotl was actually very defensive of "lil' Cotl" doll and he kept it on his bed at all times. Izaak's pelt laid on Cotl's dresser, under the boy's skull that sat there as a constant reminder of his nephew. It was a surprise that Marik didn't mind the boy's pelt and skull sitting there. At first there had been a problem, but Cotl's consistent bickering about how Marik's pelt was more valuable to him the only reason he had not done much was because Marik was not dead. Cotl didn't want Marik dead either, and he explained this as well, so Marik would not go out and kill himself.

The woman handed him inks of blue and black, no red, oranges, pinks, or purples either. He did not mind, for it had taken him a long time to find the ones he had found, but he was happy that the woman showed that she cared by bringing him gifts that were of use to him. The devious grin was pulled on his lips as the woman handed them to him and he looked at them in his hands before putting them on the end table on his side of the bed. Danke schön.the man thanked the woman in his native language before he had to clear his throat and twitch his giant rust colored ears. Bi-colored eyes were on the woman, and he heard her sigh that escaped her maw. He was about to ask her what that was about but she had went on to explain anyways. She didn't like how they didn't talk as often. It was true, the last time they did speak was when he had come to her and accused her of stealing his red paint. He was unhappy with not speaking to her as often as well, but he found that she had been busier since she had gotten her new rank. She had no time for him.

Optio ist ein high rank. -NYEH-Ist keeps du busy, ja? the man brought up the rank to the woman, his neck twitching and his throat clearing. The man moved closer to the woman and he placed a ivory hand on her stomach and he let his tongue run against the woman's cheek. Do you even habe die time for mich anymores? the man asked, his pierced brow cocked at the woman.

Talitha de le Poer · 06-11-2011, 07:39 PM

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His smile lifted some sort of spirit in the woman's mind, as she offered a smile in return and watched him take the inks. Danke schon, a phrase unknown by the russet Canadian, caused her ears to twist in his direction. The German's language was a strange one, one she had — in the past — found highly attractive but had never desired to learn. As she turned the words over in her head, she began to wonder if learning his tongue would be beneficial. She didn't imagine it would be too difficult; of course, Talitha had never tried to traverse into bilingualism.

She hefted out a sigh as he commented on her rank, frowning at his belief that she didn't have time for him because of it. That wasn't true at all; in fact, Ezekiel's nature had kept her within the boundaries of the pack with little to do but talk to the people inside. Her hand raised to rub at her muzzle, crimson eyes turning to look at the hybrid while he offered his own sort of affection. "I always have time for you." Her voice was soft; she didn't truly think Ezekiel would give her the time as the days progressed, though it was unlikely that he would watch her at all hours of the day. She tried to push the thoughts away, letting one hand raise to brush her fingers over the metal in the man's eyebrow. "Why does everyone like these? Myron has them too." Piercings. She had one, but she had seen no enjoyment from the action and rarely remembered it during the days.

Cotl · 06-11-2011, 08:44 PM

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OOC: +3

The woman defended herself, telling him that she always had time for him. His right ear flicked back as she spoke, and a frown hugged his face. He did not argue, but figured that if she did have the time, she would visit more often. He didn't visit her as often if only because he had been doing other things. He'd been taking care of his brother and Sascha, and also the livestock that the Ulrich clan seemed to have collected. He probably could have found the time to come and be with his lover at some point in time, but he probably had been too lazy to walk to the caves, and to busy doing drugs to even care about getting his lazy ass up and walking over to be with Talitha. It wasn't like they were a couple, so it wasn't like he needed to see her everyday though. She did seem to be disheartened by his absence though, which made him wonder if she wished for something more. The man would be distracted from his thoughts when the woman's hand had gone to his forehead and her fingers touched his eyebrow ring and then her voice chimed out at him about why the piercings were so attractive to others.

Mein are reminders auf what's happened. Some have die scars, Ich habe die piercings. the man wore his piercings with meaning, rather his tattoos were normally spontaneous and often did not mean much to him. He had decided at some point that the one that was tattooed on his arm though would be the family crest of the Ulrichs that lived here. The man then would shrug at her. Ich dunnos vhy others gets dem. the man commented, and he twitched his neck again and cleared his throat. Vhy did you get yours? the man asked her, wondering why she got hers since she was asking him why people were so attracted to them. He had told her that every one of his had a story, and he wondered if her own had a story as well. Ich dunno vhy everone likes dem. They look good Ich guesses.. the man mumbled..

Talitha de le Poer · 06-13-2011, 02:32 PM

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And Talitha throws Kiki for a loop.

She couldn't deny that it was also her fault they'd since stopped truly seeing each other, as she'd found other things to do — painting the mansion, teaching Makhesthai...well, she wouldn't have to teach Makhesthai anything now. There were many things she wouldn't have to do. Slowly, she began to realize the time she'd have to herself with the loss of both her grandmother's charge and the wolfdog from the mountains. Something sank in her chest. She would be alone. In the past, alone did not mean days on end, simply hours after socializing with the pack around her. Loneliness was not something frequently experienced by the de le Poer princess; in truth, it frightened her.

But Cotl's voice managed to ease her brief concern as he spoke about his own piercings, how they told a story in his mind. She couldn't understand that, but she accepted it without question. Like her, he didn't understand why others took them on; he even asked why she had hers. It took a moment for her to think of the reason, her head unwillingly ignoring his comment on their attractiveness. "Myron gave me mine. I just wanted to see what they were all about." A laugh left her, albeit soft and lacking exuberant joy.

Her mind meandered past the body modification, frail hands combing through the straight black locks of her lover's hair as thoughts turned over in her mind without prompting. Always back to loneliness. "Cotl, I want you to be my mate." The words shocked even her, but she didn't pull away or stammer; instead, she continued. "And I don't mean I want to stay here with you and sleep with you. I want to be more than just a lover." Crimson eyes locked onto the blue-and-red pair of the Imaginifer, unveiled determination hiding in the irises. Gently, she leaned forward, resting her nose against the German's.

Cotl · 06-13-2011, 08:09 PM

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OOC: That was a curveball on this side too. Cotl is thoroughly stunned. +5(823)

Don't take your eyes off the trigger
I'm not to blame if your world turns to black

Talitha explained to him that Myron had given hers to her, and that she just wanted to see what they were all about. Cotl's hand went to touch her ear that held the piercing in it to see how well it had healed, and to his skilled eye, he could tell that it was well taken care of, and obviously not neglected when it was healing. The smell that came from the ring that she had was of rotten flesh though, meaning that she should probably take her ring out and maybe wash it with some type of soap. He did not tell her this only because it was not very important because he too had smelly gauges in his ears so he would be a hypocrite for pointing it out. His hands then went to her curls, and he still was silent, him finding no words to speak yet. Her own displays of affection would cause the man to push his head into her hands, for the feel of her combing through his hair felt good to him. The man let a satisfied growl emerge from his maw, before the woman would continue to speak. The words that she spoke to him completely threw him off, and it knocked the devious smile off of his face rather quickly, and his rust and coal head tilted to the right, and his pierced brow cocked. He was about to speak to her when she had continued to explain that she did not only want sex from him now, but an actual relationship. He was taken back by this all, he always thought that he would be the one asking the woman for her hand in monogamy. The fact that she had been the one to lay it on the table like this actually frightened the German. He simply looked at her for this moment, and she pushed her nose to his. He did not pull away, but he did not speak. He was stunned emotionally, and almost physically. The confused look still sat there on the German's face. He twitched violently, his neck twitching to the right a did his shoulder. The twitch made his hand that was touching her side actually pull away, and his eyes and nose broke contact with hers. A NYEH came from his throat as well. He thanked his syndrome for once in his life, because it had gotten him to where he could think straight.

Cotl looked back at the woman slowly, his eyes going back and locking with her own. He was drunk, and he knew that he could not make this decision unless he had a sober mind. He had affection for the woman, she had been there for him more than once, but they did not think alike at all, which was what threw him off of his high horse every time. She was different than he, and he didn't know if he could change for her, or if she could change for him. Cotl also knew nothing about being a mate to anyone. He'd never had one before and didn't know how demanding they were. The man swallowed the extra saliva that pooled in his maw and he took a deep breath. Das ein big decisions Talitha... the man spoke, trying to find a way around it. Talitha, Ich loves du, don't gets mich wrongs... the man chose his words carefully, his cloudy head having a hard time even saying what he was saying. Mein head ist fuzzy. -FUCKSHITTITTIES-Kann du ask mich agains vhen Ich ist nicht drunks? the man asked, looking the woman in the eye, and hoping that she would not take this as a no, but a "come back when i can actually make this decision and not fuck up". He pushed his nose to hers this time, hoping that she would not take offense. She was a beautiful Infernian princess, and if he had the right mind, then he would say yes right then and there, but the thoughts of the loves he had before this had crossed a drunken mind, and made everything so dark and cloudy that he couldn't see where to go anymore. He needed to see clearly for this decision. He wanted Talitha, all of her, but there were others that he wanted in the same way, and it was hard for him to say who he wanted to pursue. Talitha was rivaled by her cousin, and another member of the clan. If the man was allowed to be polygamous, then he would take all of their hands in mateship.

The man made sure to look her in the eye, made sure to try not to fuck this up. He didn't want to break her heart. He honestly didn't know that she still had one, but since she had been asking him for mateship, he could only assume that she still had one, cold shriveled ventricle left.

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Talitha de le Poer · 06-13-2011, 09:52 PM

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It seemed that she hadn't simply surprised herself, but Cotl as well, as the German fell apathetic and silent for several moments after the question was posed. A hand pulled from her side, confusion colored his multi-hued eyes and then he pulled away completely. She tried to keep a passive expression, unwilling to show the fear that had risen; though she hoped it wouldn't be so, she expected him to refuse. After all, who would want such a broken creature that couldn't truly love another? Cotl had her respect, her friendship, and oh she cared for him like family, but she had yet to identify love in herself for any man. Perhaps that was what caused him to balk at the offer of his own woman, her inability to prove love.

Though she had given up her faint hope, she remained still as he looked back to the crimson gaze of the de le Poer. And then it came. He began to speak, and it was in the first few words that she found her determination crumbling. Despite his admission that he loved the twisted Princess, he seemed to reject the idea, telling her to ask again when he was sober. A forced smile was left on her face, eyes closing to hide the disappointment. "Yes. Of course, some other day then." She knew she wouldn't bring it up in the future, but she didn't want to ruin the chance to spend the night with someone who cared and found it best to simply pacify the Imaginifer.

Her face fell away from his as her head rested on one thin arm, eyes opening to stare hard at the wall nearest to his bed. Her mind always returned to her foolishness. What had caused her to ask such a thing when she knew better than any how awful it could be? The proof was in her father, who had lost his mate to some other monster in the world and spent his days with outsiders; she refused to be such a pitiful thing. But perhaps that's why she'd gone to Cotl to begin with.

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