Love is a heart shaped necklace
#1
Hurr hurr

Midday had come and passed by not long ago and the Knight man thought that about now would be a good time for him to have his nap. Tiredness had crept up on him surprisingly quickly on this day especially given he hadn't really done anything to provoke it, his jobs were hardly exhaustive, but he didn't dwell on it too much as he descended the stares to his room. By the time he had reached the door his eyes were wavering half shit and he yawned widely, baring fangs into the darker hallways. As soon as his head hit the blankets he was gone, lost to the world, and enveloped by his dreams which were as sweet as could be considering who they centered around.

It was some time later when he awoke and at first he simply enjoyed the half awake half asleep feeling before awareness prickled across his skin and he realised that he was no longer alone in his room. He came to full awareness and turned over onto his front side, peering at the blurry figure. But long before his eyes would get with the game his nose told him exactly who it was and he smiled, his posture softening and relaxing once more. His head dropped back down to his arm and his greeting was muffled by his fur,

"Jules..."
#2
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Sorry for my rusty sucky post, anyways ramblings of her realization and her going into the room. She is wearing a short sleeve purple button up shirt though its only buttons by a few buttons. lol Feel free to power play if you want :3
WHAT IS IN A NAME?


Outside, dangerous, unsafe. Her mind always seemed to associate the world outside her bedroom, her brightly colored world with words that were dark and unsavory. Being outside always seemed to make the fur on her neck bristle when she was away from Lorenzo, it always seemed to make her uncomfortable. Though her newly found place was always special to her, a small patch of wildflowers that seemed to be incased in a small ring of mushrooms. A fairy ring. The brought the rare smile to her expressionless face as she settled down into them to finally think about what she had found.

Her research was all for something that seemed to always puzzle her, the fluttering beat her heart gave when she thought of her protector. The strange emotions that filled her body when she thought of him, his smile, his soft touch, even his thick accent. All seemed to flood her body with emotions that she did not understand, for a month or so she had been reading books and asking others about these feelings. Though all seemed to return to a strand word that was so foreign to her, a word that many did not really know about.

Her research was interesting, reading human books and socializing with others but they all lead back to that one word. Her favorite stories were about the knights and princesses, though her reasoning was for the pack she now lived in. They seemed to have knights and warriors just like the books, though in that there was always a princess. Though all ended the same way, the knight would save the princess and they would live happily ever after. The concept always fascinated her, she wanted to live that way. Happily ever after like a story book princess though to herself she was no princess. The books always ended with the two falling in love, the word that was so interesting to her.

They described the feeling as many things. Maroon tipped fingers caressed a soft pink flower the star burst with fuchsia in the middle, smiling at her memory of this flower. It was one of the few in the half dying bouquet Lorenzo had found when winter had first come, one of the few things that caused her to think the winter wasn’t to bad. They had made her happy and surely they were hard to find under the white snow, he brought them to her then.

Her eyes widened in her sudden realization, her fingers clasped onto the slower as she plucked it from its home. She looked at the lily in thought, was that really how she felt for him? Without even realizing she nodded and she suddenly grew scared of how Lorenzo would act to the news, would he feel the same? Or maybe he would not, what then?

Moments later she reached their room, his room. Her heart thundered in her ears as she looked at his sprawled out frame, his body flopped on to the small bed that they shared. Her ears perked as she heard him use her nickname, a soft smile came to her face as she moved closer to him. ”Lorenzo..” She cooed his name in her expressionless voice, moving her hand from her sit and letting it settle on his shoulder. How would she tell him that she loved him? How would he react?

(WORD COUNT — 500+)

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He was comfortable and warm on the extra long bed and had no wish to move any time soon, and from between his arms his emerald eye stared with a half lidded gaze, a lazy almost there smile curling his lips. To any other her voice would be dead, no hint of true feeling within it but to him her soft musical voice spoke volumes. As loathe as he was to leave his comfortable warmth he was not opposed to sharing it with a certain crimson tipped creamy colored she-wolf. With a mischievous grin and more speed than someone of his size should have, he pulled her into the bed with him and wrapped his long, lean body around her soft curvaceous one, moving her in close against him so that she could share in the heat as well.

There would be nothing within his movements to compare against the violent cruel man who had raped her so viciously, he was all gentleness and caring, a large dusted hang coming to cup the curve of her cheek softly. His body was all too happy to have her this close to him and he couldn't help certain reactions to the lushness of her form and sweet, intoxicating scent that was almost a drug to him. He had long ago ceased being embarrassed at his body's reactions to her, but he made no attempt to encroach upon her that way, merely happy just to have her laying against him, he rumbled deep in his throat, a sound of contentment.
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Oooh about to drop an L bomb, nive work on making her squeak lol :3
WHAT IS IN A NAME?


Her eyes watched the still male, unsure of who to say it. Should she just say it, or did she need to describe how she felt towards him? How was one to say to their companion that they were not just friends, that they were more than a like stage? How was someone to say that they had fallen in love with the man that saved her life, the man that had cared for her, and the man that brought her half dead flowers just because she liked them? Her eyes drilled holes into his shoulder as she just stared at him, for once they did not show her emotions. They stared at him, blank of any emotion or even a hint of what she was thinking. She was just thinking, thinking about how she would tell him her realization.

“Lorenzo.. I lo..” Her voice cut off in a squeak as the man moved with speed she could not track, moving from his warm resting spot and after her. At first her body froze out of instinct from that horrid night but quickly she relaxed as she realized his touch was gentle and nothing but affection. She did not need to ever fear this man; after all she was in love with him. Her body surrendered to his touch, allowing him to press his body against hers. It was funny really, she was finally at her full height and still he towered over her. His body curled around hers like they are pieces of a puzzle fitting together, her hair spraying out wildly against his chest.

Her head leaned in to his hand as he cupped her cheek; never had she really surrendered into his touch like this. Her body always seemed to go rigid as he brushed her across her hips or even near her neck, but this time, this time was different. After she came to her realization, something clicked in her mind that this was alright. Telling her body to relax, telling her body that he was alright. Though she always seemed to notice strange reactions from her partner, from either his touch to her or her touch upon him. Though she always over looked it, unsure of what they meant.

The girl shrugged lightly as she let the rumble of his contentment sooth her thoughts as she let her troubles slip away for a few seconds. They returned when her eyes closed halfway, flooding her mind with questions though she tried to ignore them. Instead she tried to find her voice. ”Lorenzo, can I tell something?” Her voice came, still emotionless as she let out a almost strained sigh. She was still unsure of how to tell him, but she figure she should warn him first with one of her normal questions.

(WORD COUNT — 470+)

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#5
387

When had been the exact moment this awkward boy had changed in a key way and developed into a man. Maybe it was the same moment he had witnessed another of his gender committing an atrocity too disgusting for words. Or maybe it had been the feeling of life draining away from the same vile male, the realisation that he had taken a life and destroyed it, sent it into the abyss. Or maybe it had been the same moment that he had set his eyes upon the lovely creature he cuddled close to himself. It could have been any of those, he wasn't sure which was more affecting, more life changing and yet despite everything, if he faced the choices he had made again and be given a chance to change something, he would change nothing and let what had happened happen again. The only part he would change if he could, the need for Juliet to suffer. He would give up anything to change that, his life, his soul, even her, if it meant she got to live in a world without pain or fear, without knowing just how cruel that particular experience was.

As has been the norm whenever he had touched her, she tensed, her body responding automatically. And he hated that, hated that her innocence had been stolen from her before she had been ready and willing to give it. He hated that she had been stripped of the choice, the chance to choose, and maybe she would have chosen him. But this time was different, instead of pulling away or laying there tense with fear she relaxed against him. He remained still as she did so, a wrong movement, or an out of place twitch could send her scurrying away from him, reeling with a flashback. He despised seeing that pain in her expressive eyes and knowing that he was the cause of it. Her question was unexpected and he blinked for a second before responding,

"Ahyntheeng." He had known for a long time that his feelings for her were separate from that of his family, different and somehow stronger, it bound him tighter than if he were wrapped in chains, and he found that he liked their bruising feel on his emotions, he felt less likely to drift away from her.
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Juliet and Lorenzo sitting in a tree.. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
WHAT IS IN A NAME?


For a while they just laid there, cuddled in the bed. Their bodies pressed rather close together though her back was pressed her his chest, it would have been almost strange if someone would have walked into their room. Their size comparison was not extremely different but enough that his body was able to curl around hers with ease, two feet made a pig enough difference that it might have looked strange.


The Prova’s mind raced, playing the twenty questions game with herself as she tried to think of a way to tell the male wrapped around her that she had fallen in love with him. Her body shook lightly as if a cold draft had come in and sliced through her spring coat, but that was not the case. Her body shook a second time, but this was not from fear but a new sensation. Her nerves were fried; she wasn’t sure how to tell him. It was a form of nervousness, a feeling rather new to the indigo eyed girl. She did not want to feel this, it was too strange. Her body was already experiencing one new feeling; it could not take two at this moment.


His voice almost made the girl jump as she was lost in thought, forgetting she had asked permission to ask a new line of questions. Something very uncharacteristic to her, Lorenzo had to sense that. Though she refrained from the sudden jolt, holding it in, she did not upset the large man. She now had to speak, but the girl that was always filled with words. Filled with blunt and curious sentences was not speechless, her lips opened but now the words held no sound.


Her nose wrinkled slightly as she found her runaway voice to be rather strange, how was that she now could not speak? Again she searched for her voice and tried to just blurt out what she wanted to say, not thinking of how it might come out. ”Lorenzo… I love you. I don’t want to be apart from you.” Her voice came out, a soft tone laced with the emotionless way her voice carried. Her eyes opened fully as she waited for his reaction, unsure if it would be either good or bad. What if he did not love her back?


(WORD COUNT — 388)

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#7
381

His blood was rushing through his ears with every rapid beat of his heart. Adrenalin raced through him with no place to go, no outlet to flow into. Action was out of the question with her so close, he could feel every tremor that shook her smaller feminine body and resisted the urge to press his nose into her hair and inhale her sweet scent. She was so small, he still marveled at her size as though it was something new to belong, he had seen smaller people too but it was somehow special upon her. And yet despite her slight body she was strong, a survivor.

The silence that stretched after her question was unusual and made cause for him to frown ever so slightly, browns forming a shallow V shape. He wondered about her constantly, what was playing in her complicated, damaged mind. He took a deeper breath, his chest pressing against her beck and released it slowly, his breath sending a few auburn curls scattering from their resting points. Then came her news, her bombshell of what she wanted to share and for a moment he was speechless too, lost for the words to describe just how his soul roared at that moment.

He blinked once and then again. His lashes fluttering and he could have sworn that for a moment or two his heart ceased its rapid convulsions and refused to beat at all. The world hung suspended around him in that one moment. Then it was destroyed by the emotions that slammed into him like a freight train. Complicated and twisting and turning they crawled up his mental body like hanging vines, smothering him and closing in tighter than the chains that had existed before, rendering them obsolete. Lorenzo shifted back and pulled her around gently so that she was facing him, so that she could see the echo of her love staring back at her from his eyes, male and strong. The amethyst and emerald shined with a gem-like glitter to them. The grin that stretched across felt like it would tear itself from his face, it was so large. A single gesture was all it was, but it would speak enough for itself. He leaned forwards and touched his nose to her own.
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So late! AH I AM SORRY! New thread time?
WHAT IS IN A NAME?

She confessed her love, and now the silence between them was unbearable. Longer than she wanted it to me, she could feel his heart beating hard from his chest. Confusion filled her mind when her heart seemed to match his with every beat, was something wrong? Her mind digressed back to her worry, the worry that the one she loved would not love her back. She had read a book where a woman had fallen for a man but he did not love her back, the ending filled her eyes with sadness. She did not want that to happen to her, she loved him so he had to love her.

Her body froze lightly, a slight reflex to his sudden movement and also from the fear her mind was causing. She could not get it out of her mind, the what if. What if he does not love me? It was killing her, the silence caused her heart to ache but it shattered when he moved her body to face him. Her breathing stuttered, hitching as she looked at him. Her breathing even came out as an unexpected gasp as her mind melted at the look in his eyes.

Her ears fell slightly from their perked expression, falling into a morphed version of submission and something she never showed before. Shyness. His beautiful eyes echoed her words, he showed her his love in a way she could always understand. He was the only one other than her mother and sister that got that she could understand emotion, only through the look of your eyes. This was the answer she wanted, the fear of him not loving her fell apart as his nose touched her own.

Her body shivered, as if it was cold once more. Though this time it was not from fear, not from a mental block of shaking of his touch but from the way her brain turned to mush when he looked at her like that. She was melting snow in his hands, her hand moved from its resting place and gently toughed his neck. A rare smile showed softly on her lips, a sign of extreme happiness. This moment, it was perfect.

(WORD COUNT — 366)

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