(M) Reminds me of the second time ...

Grace D'Angelo · 06-29-2012, 10:31 AM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Word Count :: 376 Forward Dated: 2nd July Grace and construction = bad combination. Safe to assume her door was open or at least unlocked Smile

Clearing out the contents of her small house, the golden librarian had a large and quickly growing collection of wood situated off to the side of the main living room of which made up the majority of the woman’s new home; from her novice judgement the wood seemed good enough to re-use and with the small room just off the side of her own bedroom she had intended to start constructing some bookshelves to be able to start unpacking her mass of books and begin adding to and working upon her own personal collection as well as sorting out materials for the pack. Aside from simple shelves she also needed work space where she would be able to clean, repair and maintain books of her own and the packs, the equipment to do so she already had... she just lacked the relevant furniture.

With such matters in mind she had quickly thrown herself into the task of carrying wood into the room and balancing it up against the largest wall, aiming to create a skeletal structure so that she could see it before actually going about constructing it; to the side, the small window that filtered light into the room was open, showing the trees located to the left side of her home. Running around across the floor Turnip and Jason were doing their up-most best to get under foot and make a nuisance of themselves, but working around them she placed the last of the planks upon her unstable structure and stepped back to observe it, taking in the remaining space she had if she went with that particular style shelving and calculating how many books she would be able to store nicely there.

Then one of the pheasants hit the structure, the wooden pile swaying for a moment and the result was clearly inevitable. With an audible groan she quickly exited the room, “Dammit, TURNIP! JASON!” she shouted at the birds, growing in frustration at them as the wood fell loudly to the floor, the sound created from the collision caused russet ears to flick back, the librarian flinching as she watched her work fall to pieces, although at least she had achieved what she had set out to do in the first place.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 06-29-2012, 10:57 AM

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WC:: 395 - 02/07/12. Jordheim. Optime form. No Ciaran for the mo. Noon. This gonna be sooooo fun!

His morning had consisted of the much delayed cleaning of his home. Despite living in his hillock house for over a month now he had been so busy with trips, scouting and helping Bran that he had neglected his own home. He was busy sweeping the dust and debris covered packed-dirt floor with a handmade broom, his door and all the windows open allowing him to sweep the debris out of his abode and into the clearing. Ciaran was perched on a broad windowsill, his long, fluffy tail curled around his paws, tickling his pinky-brown nose. His grey-green eyes had slid closed and his breathing was deep and rhythmic, it was apparent the cat was asleep.

Nier paused for a moment, leaning on the handle of his broom, staring at the cat. Again, he envied the cat the ability to sleep anywhere and anytime. He sighed, admiring how peaceful the Maine Coon hybrid looked, with the summer breeze gently stirring his fur and whiskers, his expressive face and ears twitching lightly in mouse filled dreams. Nier smiled to himself, allowing a hum of contentment to escape him. The quiet hum swiftly turned to a wordless shout of surprise as a loud crashing noise startled him. He had visibly leaped in the air and was very glad that his brother was elsewhere or he would have been mercilessly teased. Ciaran was no longer on the windowsill, but now in a furry, dusty heap on the floor. His eyes wide and his tail resembling a cotton covered Bull-rush.

Nier couldn't help but laugh at his friend, earning himself a withering glare from his cat, "It's not funny. I have to wash now!" The irate cat spat. Nier nodded, still laughing "Not funny at all. I'd better go see what that was." He giggled. Mud coloured paws transported him out of his burrow like home, he paused in the bright sunlight and squinted around. The house to the right of his had its windows thrown open, he figured he'd start there.

Doors had once been a foreign concept to Niernan, who was used to living in a cave or in the wilderness, but now he was used to knocking on the warm and worn wood. He rapped politely, waiting for the inhabitant to come and greet him, he called a polite and generic "Hello, are you ok?" Through an open window.

Grace D'Angelo · 06-29-2012, 01:43 PM

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Word Count :: 381 Stalkers are us. We will stalk you day and nights; there is no escaping the stalkers.

Dust and splinters of wood exploded up into the air, the clattering sound ringing harshly in her ears, echoing through her empty house and cutting through the air without mercy. Shoulders hunched up her arms covered her face instinctively, crouching down and bracing herself for any of the aftermaths that may reach her outside of her now demolished library. Tentatively she pried one eye open, peering through the gap of her crossed arms before lowering them and straightening her stance out, moving toward the destruction with fluid, easy steps, one hand reaching up to flick her thin dreads of which she had left down for the day, out of the way as she crouched down in the door way, running her finger lightly through the filth that now covered her once clean floor, growling low in her throat as her eyes fell upon the collapsed pile of wood, much of which was clearly now broken or ruined.

Rising from the doorway she spun sharply, pinning the two culprits with water coloured eyes that reflected her emotions clearly, adding to the low continuous growl coming from her throat. “Who” she managed to speak in a strained voice, repeating the inquiry again in low speech leaving no escape for either bird; although neither easement seemed willing to give itself or the other up. Storming away from the birds, she made her way over to the door, glancing briefly back to them both to make sure they didn't leave before she was done with them. Fixing a smile upon her face she opened the door, shifting her weight so that one hip was propped to the side, arms folding casually underneath her chest to draw attention to it, eyes shamelessly once more running over the dark form that she had been waiting to see for awhile now. “Why hello there handsome. What brings you to my doorstep” she waved a hand, laughing lightly so that he'd know she was only joking, smile turning from fake to that of a genuine one. “Sorry about the noise. Turnip and Jason thought it would be a good idea to aid me in demolishing my just built Library” she explained, shrugging her shoulders slightly as if the matter hadn't annoyed her in the slightest. “How have you been?”

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Niernan Stormbringer · 06-29-2012, 02:51 PM

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WC:: 554 -smexy Nier-butt!

His brown rimmed ears pricked as he heard a familiar growl. He paused, surely not... It couldn't be... Why would she be here? He asked himself, but then the door opened and the golden woman who had plagued his thoughts and dreams for the last few weeks stood, hip jutting to the side and arms folded under her chest. Her folded arms accented those oh-so-enticing curves and bulges and he tried his hardest to keep his cyan eyes focussed on her face, knowing that he was failing miserably. He had managed to look at her face long enough to know she was smiling provocatively and he returned with a broad, shit-eating grin of his own.

Her laugh and the wave of her hand indicated her jokey mood, even though they had only met a couple of times he had come to know her moods and affectations well enough. He held his genuine grin, he was unreasonably pleased to see her, even though it was quite a shock. Nobody had mentioned that the young D'Angelo had become one of the pack, he resolved to hit someone later, most likely Bran. "Hello beautiful." He drawled, the Irish tone of his voice turning the words to something primally sexy. He knew, from experience watching Bran, that the accent drove most girls mad. But then, Grace wasn't a normal female, she was smarter than all that and he would have to work hard with her.

She had begun talking before he could answer her jokey question, explaining the raucous disturbance that had caused him to abandon his sweeping. He chuckled, "Well, at least we know that Turnip is OK if she's causing mischief, even if Jason is involved too." He referred back to how they had initially met. He was glad that Turnip was OK, he had grown fond of the bird in the brief time they had spent together. "Although it's obviously a shame that we have to find out that she is fine by her and her boyfriend destroying your, no doubt, wonderful Library." His eyes flashed with mischief, willing her to see that he could give just as good as he got, letting her know that he wouldn't be so much of a doormat as first expected.

His devious grin softened as they moved the conversation on, "I've been good. I've been taking on new duties. I'm hoping to become a Scout, so I can become useful to the pack. I've been away for a little bit, which has sort of stopped me from settling into pack life, something that you don't seem to be having too much difficulty with." He paused then, and his brow furrowed a little, creating darkly furred wrinkles. "Speaking of. How long have you been here and why did I not know you were here?" He asked. Genuinely unsure of why he hadn't seen her around, just like he had been taken by surprise by the presence of a lynx in the pack, thanks to Bran's mischievous mood. He had shoved his left thumb into a belt loop on his ripped shorts, hanging his hand-paw comfortably, while he leaned his right shoulder against the door frame. He knew it was presumptuous of him to lean all over her house, but it was second nature for him to be relaxed around the dread-locked woman.

Grace D'Angelo · 06-30-2012, 02:23 PM

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Word Count :: 438 Ahaha.

Filtering through the air she lapped up the dark males accent, how easy it would be to turn into a pile of goo on the floor from the male's voice alone, so fascinated by it as she ever had been and greatly jealous of the fact that he had such a unique sounding voice whereas hers was simple, common. Holding herself casually, lips fixed into the sly, easy going smile that often adorned the librarian's lips she raised her arms a fraction, intentionally trying to distract them male and finding all too much joy in the fact she appeared to be achieving this. Truthfully she wasn’t some perfect, dainty female; she was tall, well toned and all too far from being ever called delicate, her build was apart of her though and she accepted it and made no attempt to hide who she was, taking great pride in her richly coloured coat and eye catching hair.

At the male's compliment she turned to mush on her insides, although in response to the Irish spoken words she simply raised and inquiring eyebrow. “Good to know you still know how to compliment a lady” with the words she stepped forward a fraction, hips swaying more then they usual did when she moved. “Mischief is putting it nicely. Those two have been running amok all morning” sighing, she lowered her arms, clasping her right forearm with her left arm. “So much time wasted with my building efforts for them to just come in and trash the place. At this rate i'm never going to get anything done all on my own” with natural ease she left room for the other to offer his help or at least his company, surprised by the male's responses to her words and re-evaluating him a little.

Lapping up the male's every word she inclined her head a fraction, having been all to aware of the males absence since she had joined the pack she had questioned as to what he had been up to and where he was, her curiosity now sated with the explanation he provided without her having to pry. “I've been here for” she hummed loudly, blinking as she tried to recall how long it had been since she joined, “A good three weeks, maybe more. And it was no secret, I have no idea as to why you didn't know” she battered her eyes innocently, eyes flicking downwards to catch the males hand hook his belt before slowly dragging them back up, taking her time to check out the scenery whilst doing so; and most definitely still liking what she saw.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 06-30-2012, 03:44 PM

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WC:: 412 - Poor Niernan, Grace is all manipulating

His grin remained fixed on his muzzle, her sarcasm and the banter they shared was like sweet nectar to him. He had noticed the subtle shift upward of her arms and the consequent lifting of certain assets even more. He was glad of the fact that Grace took pride in her stunning coat as it meant that he got to admire her in all her glory, and her body was glorious. He was ecstatic that she wasn't one of those stick thin females; she had muscle and substance, so he knew that she wasn't going to break if he touched her too hard. At that the thought of touching her he became intensely glad that he was wearing shorts, as usual, and that his face fur was so dark, both contributing to hiding things that he wanted to remain hidden... For the moment.

He was sad to see her drop her arms, but it did allow for his brain to begin working again, and he processed her comment about the destruction of her library and the fact that she was now behind and unlikely to finish it alone. He was about to offer his services when her admission of being part of the pack for three weeks shocked him into silence. His mouth fell open and he stood there, slack jawed for a moment, knowing that it was unattractive but not caring then. His brown rimmed ears flicked backwards in anger for a moment but he reined it in. He was almost sure that this was another one of Brans practical jokes; his brother knew how much he cared about the D'Angelo woman, and for Bran the concealment of her presence would have been a right laugh. But it was the others he didn't understand, how could Saul, Lilin or Coli keep that from him? Saul knew Niernans feelings, and if Saul knew Lilin knew. For that moment he was unsure if he was angry or upset.

He shook his muzzle to snap his thoughts back into sync, "Well, that was unexpected." He drawled. He flicked his cyan eyes up to her equally azure orbs and nearly got lost in them, he sighed, "Never mind. If you would like any help with simple construction I can help." He said, stressing the simple in the sentence. "Saul has taught me enough not to hit my thumb with the hammer anymore." He chuckled, his tail wagging behind him now, just content to be in her presence.

Grace D'Angelo · 06-30-2012, 04:10 PM

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Word Count :: 448 Ahaha.

Smile wavering the golden woman stood there hesitantly as if standing upon a tight rope, thrown off her game when the male didn't respond to her and simply fell silent, maw hanging open. Dropping her arm she allowed it to fall to her side mimicking the other, honey coloured tail's movements growing slower and more compact as uncertainty filled her; she didn't like not knowing what was going on, finding comfort in hard facts and the truths she read and heard about. Recalling her words she couldn't pin point what exactly had caused the male to fall still as he had, considering his prior reactions she had assumed that he didn't take offence as easily as some, but then despite how easy she felt in his presence she had forgotten that it had been some time since they'd last seen each other; perhaps she had been acting too overly friendly towards him or was simply beating around the bush too much with her banter.

Preparing an apology she went to voice where her thoughts had taken her, failing to find any words and so she simply forced the smile to stay on her lips, hoping for the Irish man or something to break the silence. Her wait wasn't long and mentally she breathed a sigh of relief as he resumed speaking, “Sorry, I should of told you or something sooner” she apologised, reaching out towards him hesitantly for a moment before pulling her hand back. Stepping back she waved for him to come in, “I'd love for a strong, helping hand” she purred at him, pushing herself back into more confidence speech to avoid an awkward atmosphere as best she could. “Excuse the mess and lack of furniture. All my work had been in the library and now that is in pieces” a light chuckle followed up the words, ocean eyes flicking over her bare house; in truth, she just didn't have the motivation to furnish it aside from her library... although having slept on cold, hard floor when she could have a warm bed, the idea of making a bed was beginning to grow upon her. “Library is over there” lifting a hand she indicated to the large doorway the led onto the demolished room.

Rustling in the bedroom drew her attention away from her companion, feet lightly taking her over to the thinner doorway. Pausing she looked down at Turnip and Jason running around like fools, “You two clearly didn't learn your lesson” she voiced allowed, looking at the blanket she had been sleeping on thoroughly rumbled up and the bags that contained her few non-book related belongings was pried open, trinkets spilling out of them.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 06-30-2012, 04:49 PM

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WC:: 429 - He is so easily distracted

Niernan, despite his state of shock, did notice Graces uncertainty in his silence; her tail slowed its wag and she dropped her arm, her gleaming smile faltering for a moment, until he finally spoke up. She apologised then, and that shocked him even more. She should not be apologising, he saw no fault within her actions and he told her so; "Oh darling, me not knowing you were here ain't your fault. I'm pretty sure some of my meddling family may have been involved. And me not being here kinda adds to it as well." Her raised and outstretched hand-paw did not go unnoticed, he longed for her to finish that reach as he was sure touching her, or being touched, would be like Valhalla on earth. Yet the almond tinted paw fell back to her side and he puffed out a minuscule sigh of disappointment or relief, he wasn't entirely sure.

She waved him in to her abode, her swagger firmly back in place and he found his eyes drawn to her behind, he grinned, not only at the appreciation he held for her behind, but also for her very innuendoic statement about strong, helping hands. He barely caught her apology about the lack of furniture and the mess as he was caught up in his own whirlwind of gutter minded thoughts. He chuckled and it came out low and rumbly, "Darling, I've been away for a while and my place hasn't been sorted yet, this," He said, indicating the pile of timber, "Is nothing compared to my hovel. There are dust bunnies bigger than Ciaran." He shot a smile over his shoulder at her as he moved into the ruined library.

He was aware the she moved away, her paw steps fading into another room, so he crouched down and sorted through the wood, looking for undamaged pieces. He nodded; most of this was salvageable and he could probably knock together a halfway decent bookshelf with it. He straightened then, padding to the entry way and calling out to Grace, who seemed to be scolding her pheasants. "I can give you a sturdy bookshelf, I just need to pop to mine and pick up my hammer and nails." His voice carried through the house but he waited for her response before moving away. He thought about the nails; he was sure he would have enough of them. He had scavenged them from structures along his travels, but also had taken them from the decrepit furniture in his and Brans houses, knowing that he could put them to better use.

Grace D'Angelo · 07-04-2012, 10:27 AM

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Word Count :: 361 <3

Despite the Irish male's words she still felt she had played a heavy hand in deceiving him, although her intentions were nothing more then a harmless prank it had been inconsiderate of her and it didn't sit right with her to be exempt from the blame; although she also didn't voice her disagreement, knowing better then to try and argue with someone who seems intent on blaming everyone else. “So i've been promoted to darling now, have I?” she laughed lightly at his expense, having no issue with what the black male decided to call her. Heck, she was pretty sure she'd let him insult her if that would mean she could spend more time with him... Maybe.

Grinning slightly she attempted to picture what the males house looked like if it was as bad as he described, drawing her thoughts desperately away from the fact that she really liked the way he laughed, throaty and deep, filling the room with a happy atmosphere that was deadly contagious. Picturing the giant dust bunnies she snorted, for while hers was an empty place she had at least gotten it somewhat cleaned up in her time within the pack thus far. Leaving the two pests she back peddled out of her small bedroom, approaching the other as he called out to her. Peering over his shoulder, she run her sights over the destruction of her beloved library that she had spent all of an hour or two working on.

“Really? Nier!” she called out his name, black lips forming a satisfied smile as she closed the space between them and threw her arms over his shoulders, hugging the other out of sheer joy at the prospect of having a reliable bookshelf over her own makeshift attempts “You are the best, in return I can help you clean out some of the bust bunnies, hmm? Wouldn't want Ciaran to get his coat all dusty now.” and such an agreement would allow for her to check out his home and spend more time with him. Pulling back she kept her arms lightly on his shoulders, unsure to pull them away or what to do now.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 07-04-2012, 11:14 AM

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WC:: 503 -<3<3

Nier smiled at her playful words, her chuckle bringing a smile to his muzzle, "Only if you have no problem with me calling ya Darling. Darling." He rumbled while smiling at his own pathetic little joke. He was pretty sure she didn't mind his term of endearment as she wasn't aiming a fist at his head right now, or even worse, poison laced words as those seemed to be her speciality.

He heard her soft paw pads against the floor as she made her way back to the library after he called out to her. He watched her walk up, her presence enough to distract him from his thoughts on salvaged nails for a moment, but then his mind was blown completely as she cried his name, smiled beautifully and practically threw herself at him. He was thoroughly unprepared for the exuberant hug, but he got used to it quickly; the feeling of her golden furred arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck was amazing. He felt a dumb grin spread across his muzzle as her body settled against his, once again glad for the shorts he always wore, the material containing any potentially embarrassing situations. He gently placed his strong, muscled arms around her waist, returning the hug, his voice a little strained as he tried to keep himself under control, "It's the least I can do." It came out more growly than he expected, but he had managed words at least.

He chuckled at her offer, but had to hide a shudder as her voice blew gently past his ear, her breath stirring the grey fuzz in his brown rimmed ears. "I'm sure Ciaran would appreciate all the help we could get in eradicating his new found dusty enemies. He paused, "But if ya want to avoid his fur getting dusty we're too late. He fell off the windowsill when your library collapsed. He's busy washing right now." He laughed. He thought over her offer, glad to accept it as it meant more time with the Golden beauty.

She pulled away slightly, her arms still resting on his shoulders. From this angle he could look directly into her beautiful, ocean blue eyes, and see all the detail in her captivating irises. His large, calloused hands now rested on her hips and a silence fell between them as he stared into her eyes. It was almost as if one of Loki's helpers had come along and conveniently pole-axed him he was so entranced by her. It was then that his brain kicked in with reserve power and before he knew it he was leaning towards her, his nose bumping hers as his muzzle got closer and closer. This was what he had been dreaming of, this moment alone with her. He couldn't believe that this was really happening, and that he had started it, he then thought that he was thinking too much and he should probably stop and lose himself in the kiss, if she didn't stop him first, and hat thought terrified him.

Grace D'Angelo · 07-04-2012, 04:18 PM

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Maybe things had been all leading up that moment, through her tainted innocence she had all but thrown herself at him and had stripped away all subtlety regarding her thoughts towards him and budding feelings; although nothing more then a mild interest to develop further with this male, she knew she found his company pleasant and his looks.. well there was nothing to argue about there. “Poor Ciaran” she breathed out beside his ear, genuinely feeling sorry for the cat having to have gone though a traumatic, dusty experience. Thumping heavily in her chest he heart raced with excitement and nerves, this was all new to her despite how much she knew about life and romance the librarian had never been the main heroine, had never felt the thrill and the need burn strongly through her that few rational thoughts.

As if she was intoxicated she fell into the lull of silence, content to simply stare at him and avoid thoughts about how awkward things may be if he pushes her away, rejects her small contact; there had never been a clear definition of what she was to him, a likeable strange, a friend, a neighbour or more she did not know, she suspected but until a direct definition was spoken she would doubt, over think and not allow herself to hope for more.

Like a snake in a trace she simply smiled encouragingly as his muzzle drew closer to hers, stomach tying itself in knots the entire passing second. Then he kissed her, something strange and intoxicating and golden arms tightened around his neck once more, without though she drew herself closer to him, pressing herself against him, wanting to touch him more without rational thought, completely without any self-control or consideration of consequences. All she knew is she liked him, liked his cat, his accent, the fact that just seeing him made her happy and that even when she wasn't with him he stayed upon her mind only after a few brief encounters. The golden woman wasn't ignorant of what she wanted, of what she may be able to find with him and she wanted to pursue it.

Lifting a hand up she placed it upon the back of his head, the feel of his hair soft upon her padded palm. “Niernan” the name fell from her lips, no real meaning behind it only that she wanted to say it. Blue eyes blinking slowly before opening, a question of what he wanted to make of this and what he wanted to do; for she had no intention of just being a friend or a one night stand.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 07-04-2012, 04:56 PM

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WC:: 460 -Nier is a doofus... A romantic doofus, but a doofus nonetheless

Her genuine concern over Ciarans state only made the young Stormbringer like her more; most other canines forgot the dark tabby that was Niernans shadow, but she was genuinely concerned and that pleased him. But then she was kissing him back and even he forgot about his cat.

The feeling of her lips against his, the way she drew herself closer to his body and his embrace, her fingers in his dark hair, all contributed to the feeling of elation with in him. She hadn't pushed him away and that was all he could think about; she accepted him. He now only hoped that this wasn't going to be a one time thing as he was clearly besotted with the girl. He moved his lips against hers, taking the kiss a little further before he had to break for a breath.

When he pulled away slightly he realised that he had closed his eyes, he opened them upon hearing his name fall tantalisingly from Grace's mouth. She seemed content to let the name roll off of her tongue, and he was content to let her. He revelled in the way she spoke his moniker, the differences in accent and timbre fascinating to him.

His cyan eyes met her ocean blue and he read the question in them, he felt his gaze automatically soften, "Grace." He breathed, his voice low and raspy with the passion and tension of the moment. He didn't know what to say, it was clear that she wanted a definition, to know what they were to each other, but how could he define it? They had only met a pawful of times and he couldn't keep his mind off her, she plagued his dreams and he had only just found that she was a full fledged member of his pack. He had never been in this situation before and he didn't want to screw it up.

"Grace." He said again, a little clearer this time. "I never stop thinking about you. You make me happy." He paused again before adding, "And you like my cat. Which is a bonus, I guess." He smiled then, a quirking of his lips that were still so close to hers, it would be so easy to just lean down a little and recapture them, but he still had words, he forced them out, "What I'm trying to say is, this is no one time thing for me. I think we could work well together." He left it at that. Hoping he hadn't put her off and enjoying the feel of her furred body in his arms, terrified of her pulling away but knowing that they would have to separate eventually. Afterall, he had promised her a bookshelf and the D'Angelo was serious about her books.

Grace D'Angelo · 07-04-2012, 06:04 PM

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Word Count :: 360 Confessions over, now she wants her book shelf :|

The possible rejection didn't come and relief filled her, albeit only a small fragment. Golden body held taunt she fell deadly still as the black and tan male spoke her name, just her name; his accent wrapping around it in a glorious manner, envy filling her whenever he spoke. Strange how in such a situation she could still manage to get sidetracked and mull over her jealousy of his accent, but at the same time it was a safer subject to think about rather then stressing over what happened next. In a way, she was escaping reality as she awaited a response from him.

Bronze and buff streaked ears twitched, swirling forward so that she didn't miss what was to be said. Around and around she kept enforcing the fact she was sure that he was interested in her as she was him, neither having been subtle over the matter, that this wasn't all just a figment of her imagination or a misunderstanding. Upon hearing her name once more, firmer, clearer this time when compared to the last, she held her breath, stomach muscles taunt as butterflies wrecked havoc within her. Responding to his words she grinned, knowing that it wasn't just her who was thinking of him seemed to lift a weight, removed one more thing for her to worry about, it pleased her immensely to know that the other too was experiencing things similar to her.

Blinking slowly, she breathed out and had to stop the smug grin that threatened to break out across her face. “Lucky for you” the words came out a low whisper, “I think so to” running her hand through his hair once more she formed her sentences, trying to find the best way to express her own thoughts and feelings to him. “I'm happy with you, you plagued my thoughts and i've never wanted to be with someone, get to know them more and spend time with them as I do you” a low chuckle followed her words. “And you like my Turnip and Jason, which is a bonus. Although this doesn't get you outta making me a bookshelf, just so you know”

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Niernan Stormbringer · 07-04-2012, 07:02 PM

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WC::384 - Shittiest post ever!

Nier felt her stiffen in his arms and he worried that he'd done something wrong, he carried on with his confession regardless, hoping that his words would ease her tension. Her ears swivelled to listen to him all the better and he felt his lips quirk up again. He finished his confession, realising that the addition about Ciaran might have been a bit goofy but then the golden woman was grinning and he lost his train of thought. Her whispered words brought a grin to his own maw and he tightened his arms around her again, burying his face in her neck and breathing in the scent of her. There was something about her scent, papery but wild at the same time, mixed with the packs pine smell that drove him crazy, her hand in his hair was as intoxicating as her scent. He melted at her touch and hated the fact that he would eventually have to move away.

He tore himself away from her neck as she carried on talking, her voice vibrating against his nose for the moment he was too slow. He rested his wet nose against hers and whispered back to her, "Well, now you're here we can spend much more time together, if you so wish." He gave her muzzle a swift lick before she spoke again. He laughed as she echoed his phrasing, bringing up Turnip and Jason, but then reminding him that he had promised her a bookshelf. He grinned at her, "Anything for you Darling."

He pulled away slightly, his arms still around her waist, he laid one last kiss on her lips before he pulled away completely, his heart falling a little at the loss of her body contact. He stood before her for a moment, his cyan eyes taking in all of her that he could see, knowing that he would never grow tired of her. "I'll go get those nails and the hammer I mentioned before. You stay here and look pretty for me, I'll be back as soon as possible." As he walked away from the D'Angelo his tail wagged exuberantly, betraying his happiness. He knew that he wouldn't dally in his miniature quest to find D.I.Y materials, and he knew that he'd build the best bookshelf he could, just to impress her.

Grace D'Angelo · 07-05-2012, 09:33 AM

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Word Count :: 352 Smooth Grace. Real smooth xD

Too quickly she grew overly comfortable in his arms, reluctant to pull away from the others warm embrace but she needed her shelves or her books would suffer; once the shelves were made she could indulge herself with the other perhaps, but not before. “Mhmm, you definitely know how to please a woman with words” his laughter was contagious and she could help but match his, leaning back a fraction she pulled her hand away from his hair, stroking the side of his cheek gently for a brief moment before the pair separated. Shifting her wait to one side to draw attention to the curve of her hip, she placed one hand upon it, pushing her fringe away from her face with her other. “Babe, looking pretty is what I do; but I guess I can also manage to get started on clearing the wood to one side so we can actually get in there” ocean eyes flicked down to watch his exit at the room, roaming over the male's back and making her way lower, finishing with a slight satisfied nod of her head.

Turning to the library her hands shook slight with excitement and after tremors of nerves and anticipation, the reality of what had just transpired was sinking into her slowly. Nier and her, there was something between them and they had agree to give it a chance. She couldn't help herself, her tail began to wag excessively with joy despite how cool she had tried to play things of, the slap happy grin on her face did little to hide her emotions. Reaching down she began to work from the top, picking up the fallen pieces that could be lifted easily and neatly piling them to one side, stepping carefully around the odd chunk of splintered wood.

It wasn't particularly long or tedious work and she quickly got the worst of the mess sorted out, leaving pieces that appeared damaged to her in a separate pile, deciding to let Nier choose whether they were salvageable or not for her skills most certainly did not lie with wood work.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 07-05-2012, 10:31 AM

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WC::551 - :3

He emerged from Grace's hillock house into the bright sunlight and had to shield his eyes slightly against the glare cast off from the sun, but that didn't wipe the smile off his face or stop the wag of his tail. He made the short trip to his house in record time, bursting through the front door and startling the newly clean Ciaran. The cat looked up from his paws, grey-green eyes wide, fluffy ears swivelled to face the exuberant wolf. "You seem excited." The cat drawled. Niernan nodded as he walked towards his beat up cabinet. The wooden structure had seen better days but Nier had decided that it would survive his salvaging operation and it would hold all of his possessions until he made better resting places for them. He grinned over his shoulder at the cat, "Grace is here. She's part of the pack." He blurted out. Ciaran looked genuinely surprised, "When did that happen?" He mewled, now understanding Niernans excitement. The dark wolf looked up, "Apparently three weeks ago, but we've been gone a while so it's understandable for us to not know she was here... Somewhat." Ciaran flicked his whiskers at Niernans tone of voice, aware that the wolf was most likely visualising hitting his brother.

Nier dove straight into the cabinet and rummaged frantically through the contents, his hand-paw quickly finding the hammer and the cloth bag that contained his nails. He had tied the top of the bag around his wooden mallets handle, to keep the nails in and to keep the elusive metal pins with the hammer. He straightened from the cabinet, slowly closing the door with his foot-paw. He nodded to the cat, "If you'll excuse me, I've gotta build a bookshelf." He exited his house with Ciarans laughter ringing in his ears.

He felt rude just walking into her house, even after what had just passed between them, so as he passed the threshold he tapped his hammer on the worn wood of the door, alerting her to his presence. He felt a smile pull at his lips as he spotted two dark pheasant heads peering around a doorway, he gave the birds a wink before he disappeared into the library. He found that Grace had made two piles of wood; potentially damaged and not damaged. He smiled at the D'Angelo, "See, you're not just a pretty face Darling." He drawled. He knelt beside the wood and started sorting through the pile that was potentially damaged, some of it was salvageable, but some was clearly doomed.

His long fingered hands started to sort through the wood he now knew was usable, finding the two longest pieces and setting them aside, he chatted to the Golden woman while he worked, her presence was comforting, "Ciaran laughed at me." He stated, "I think he thinks I'm a sap." He placed the two long planks against the wall, ensuring that the ends were flat and that they rested against the floor comfortably. Satisfied, he turned back to the pile, his calloused paw pads finding pieces of wood that would act as suitable shelves. He paused then, twisting a little to look at Grace, "Just how many books do you have? Meaning, how many shelves do you need?" He asked, realising he should have probably clarified that before.

Grace D'Angelo · 07-05-2012, 12:58 PM

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Word Count :: 461 Book worm ¬.¬

Twisting her neck she glanced over her shoulder as he returned, baring the tools he needed to make her her bookshelf. “Is that so?” a pleased look say upon her face, “And all this time I had thought that was all I was good for. I feel deceived now” her tail swished behind her in a slightly agitated manner before slowing to it's usual content sway, emphasising the joke somewhat. Look towards the dark male she still couldn't comprehend that he was hers now, if only from a mutual agreement, he was hers; no doubt it would take her awhile to adjust to the idea. Hoovering behind him, steering clear as to not hinder him as he worked she observed silently whilst he to examined the wood with what she saw as quick procession. “Babe, see, you're not just a ladies man. You know what you're doing here” throwing the words back at him she acted the part of all innocence, as if she didn't understand a word she was saying and was following suit like a lost puppy.

Stepping back and around everything in the room she leant against a free wall, crossing arms across her chest once more, content to stand there and make small talk with him whilst he did his thing. Rather then responding to the suggest that Ciaran thought he was a sap she simply laughed, a mischievous gleam in her eyes; a sap maybe not, but she was certain she would quickly have him wrapped around her finger in no time at all. “Probably enough to cover most of that wall. So if it's floor to ceiling, it would need to be” black lips pursed as she began to do the maths, “2 meters in width should do it. I plan to go through my books anyway and see which ones I desperately want to keep and donate the rest to the pack library once it is sorted, since I doubt there would be much of a collection currently I might as well contribute rather the hoard all mine in my house” true words and her true intentions, although as easy as it was to say she would do it she knew it would be a hard thing to give away some of her books.

Books, as sad as it was at times, meant a great deal to her. They should record the events, imaginations of other, preserving vital knowledge past the lifespan of the average canine and could aid her and anyone for that matter a great deal in a vast range of subjects. Always it had baffled her as to why so many disregarded them or did not think to learn to read and write, it just seemed so ignorant in a way.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 07-05-2012, 01:28 PM

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WC:: 459 - shelf building tiem!

For a moment he thought that he might have offended her as her tail moved with the swift and jerky movements of agitation, but when he saw the smile on her face and her tail resume the easy sway of a contented canine he relaxed. Her presence at his back soothed him, but her comment, echoing his own words, made him laugh loudly, "That's what you think, sweetheart." He chuckled. He had glanced over his shoulder to look at her as she laughed at his comment about Ciaran, and he noticed the gleam of mischief that sparkled in her eyes. At that moment he felt a little fear for himself, aware that he was probably going to become, as some put it, 'whipped'. Of course, he didn't mind, as long as he got to be around her he was happy. It was then that a thought drifted through his mind; he was hers, no doubt about it. Did that mean that she was his? He didn't voice his thoughts, knowing better than to be asking that question already, by Odin, he'd only just met the girl really.

He was snapped from his musings as she explained how the bookshelf should be. He nodded as she described what she wanted, idly searching through the pile of wood for another long piece of wood. He moved the other two struts apart, measuring out approximately two metres and placed the third in the middle. He looked up "Extra support." He explained, "None of the pieces of wood that are suitable to make a shelf are long enough to reach, but if I put this bit in the middle it adds stability and length. It's like having two bookshelves in one." He smiled as he worked, just happy to be helping.

Now that he had the three struts up he could start putting in shelves, he listened as she explained about donating some of her precious books to the pack library once they had it up and running. It was a noble idea, "That's good of you, donating something that you hold so dear for the use of others. I struggle enough sharing things with Bran, I dunno if I could share with the whole pack." By now he was ready to start hammering in some nails, he would put in the shelves on one side first, then the other, finally nailing them all securely to the middle post at the end. He thought that way would be easiest. He glanced at her over his shoulder, "It's gonna get noisy now, are you sure you want to stay? What about Turnip and Jason, are they likely to freak out?" He asked, knowing that Ciaran always chose to bugger off somewhere quiet when he started working.

Grace D'Angelo · 07-09-2012, 06:11 PM

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Word Count :: 416 Book worm ¬.¬

Dipping her head she nodded her understand at his explanation, seeing logic in her dark knights book-shelf making plans, opting for silence as to not make a nuisance of herself whilst he worked for he was doing her a favour as it was. Although when the conversation shifted to that of her supposed good will she couldn't help but snort lightly, “I'd love to claim it's all good will and kindness on my part, but truthfully I don't think this house can contain enough bookshelves to hold all the books I wish to own. Better to put them in a public place where their used, then have them sit in my house taking up space and collecting dust I suppose” a somewhat shy half smile broke across black lips, shoulders rising and falling in a delicate manner for she sure as heck didn't see herself as any form of saint, just practical.

Pushing off from the wall she padded over to him, placing a hand briefly on his shoulder. “I'll go bring my books into the main room and start sorting through them. Doubt it'll effect the two little... angels, considering how much noise they male themselves” reluctantly she pulled her hand back and padded out the library and into the main room, heading left into her bedroom; all with a slightly excessive sway to her hips to give anyone watching something to look at. Upon reaching her room she ignore the new mess the two birds had created and reached for the main bags of books and brought them out into the main room, positioning herself and the bags of books so that she could see into the library and likewise be seen.

Then, she emptied each bag and began sorting the books out via author and then content, matching books that were one of several parts together so that they'd remain as a set. With each book she flicked through the pages and checked for any damage they may have incurred during the move, making a mental note of any that did crop up with slight damage and a folded page here and there. Making quick work of organising them she picked up the first one on the left hand pile and began to scan through the pages to help her decide whether to keep it or not, the more she got into reading the more she grew unaware of her surroundings and began to hum low in her throat as she went along.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 07-09-2012, 06:50 PM

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WC:: 465 - We can finish this soon if ya want sweety, I can't see it going much further Smile

Grace's explanation of why she was donating her books didn't affect Niernans view of her at all, even if she wasn't giving her books away for charity. In his eyes being practical was a good thing, he knew that many saw him and his brother as the practical jokers, which seemed appropriate as they were supposed to be directly descended from the Trickster himself, but Niernan still had a good sense of practicality, refusing to be completely ridiculous. He shot a smile over his shoulder, "It's still a kind thing to do sweetheart." He insisted, knowing that if he continued to repeat it she would grow frustrated, he didn't know why but he found her undeniably attractive when she was annoyed. He supposed he would find her even more attractive if she wasn't frustrated with him... He thought he'd have to try that theory out sometime.

All thoughts and theories left him then, her hand-paw on his shoulder successfully removing all intelligent thought. The touch was soft and he relished it for as long as it lasted, almost visibly deflating when she removed her pale furred paw. He nodded at her statement, happy for her to sort her books while he worked, knowing that way she would be less of a distraction for him and he would be less likely to break his thumb. He flicked his gaze over his shoulder, watching her leave the room, each sway of her hips followed by his cerulean orbs, he was almost sad that she turned the corner, cutting off his line of sight. He sighed deeply and shook his head, turning back to the skeleton of the bookshelf. He heard her settle herself and the books in the room just outside the 'library' and glanced around again, his eyes falling on her seated form, her hand-paws deftly sorting the books. He nodded and smiled to himself, reaching for his mallet and his nails, he set to work.

Grace's low hum made him smile as he worked, hoping that his hammering wouldn't drown out the growly noise too much. He measured a decent length with his hand and placed the shorter piece of wood against the side, seeing what it would look like, he then placed one finger against where he would have to hammer in a nail, placing the shelf down and picking up a nail. He placed the nail against the wood and hammered it in slightly, doing the same with the second, the shelf was then lined up and the nails hammered in fully. He sat back and looked at the result, pleased that the shelf was straight and would hold he then started on the others, losing himself in the physical labour and the background noise of Grace's content hum as she read her precious books.

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