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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 18:52:04 GMT -5
The fae walked after her, taking in their surroundings. The leaves, a small percentage of them left green or mid change, were general beautiful changes of reds, oranges and yellows. It was a sight to take in, really. Autumn had to be his favorite his favorite season - the weather was usually fair, and everything was simply wonderful to look at. He could probably sit outside for hours under these sort of conditions. Often, he did. Usually as a way to avoid doing his work, but either way, he did.
And then they were in her room, and then he had a mug in his hand. He looked at it, only really being able to see the whipped cream, but he knew what it was. By the time he looked up he realized he'd already been vaguely following her to the garden. When had they left her room? Probably while he was decided whether or not to burn his mouth. He decided against it - he had to tell stories and burn mouths didn't agree with stories.
By now, they'd reached the garden, and the other fae had set up a blanket on the ground. It took him a moment to take in the situation, but after catching the tossed blanket in his free hand, he did finally settle into a sitting position as he set his mug down. With her declaration, he blinked. "Where do you want me to start?"
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 18:59:46 GMT -5
Michiko laid back against him- his chest against her back, and she peered up at him with sweet and trusting eyes. She laced their free hands after shoving an Oreo into her mouth and swallowing it- pondering his past while she munched on the cookie. "Start from the very begining, and just tell me everything that you are comfertable with. I want you to share your story, Orion, but if you don't feel safe at any point you can stop. But I want to know everything- the big things about your parents down to the kind of toys you liked as a kid. I don't care what you tell me, I won't leave, even if you still wet the bed." She snuggled closer as she rested in his arms and let his virbrations soothe her and hum through her body.
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 19:32:11 GMT -5
"Is wetting the bed a common problem with humans?" Was his immediate question. However, he took in her response with a slow nod. "Okay... so. After the few - maybe 20 - fae got a hold of me, they put a time sensitive seal on my ability and forced me to the human realm. I was only ten at the time, which I guess could be shocking. Anyways, I was alone for a week before the cops picked me up and dropped me off at an orphanage or whatever it's called. It took them a few hours, but without my ability it was somewhat easier for them to get a hold of me.
"I hated it. The people who ran the place always tried to hug me or something and I always left them with bruises after. Even still, I was only ten - I could only do so much. I fought every kid, though. If they so much as looked at me I would just lose it - I didn't want to be there. The lock on my ability only lasted three months, so I turned into the problem child." He paused to take a sip of the hot chocolate, licking his lips and muttering about how hot it was.
"I got adopted at 11, and they were told about 'violent tendencies' and immediately through me into a dance class along with middle school. I hated them too - my parents, I mean. All the really ever did was yell at me, beat me any time they could hold me down long enough. I mean, I guess I deserved it though. I was a terrible kid. I did absolutely everything I could to hurt them physically.
"I was a problem in dance, too. I didn't work with anybody else, and it just didn't listen. I was out in there to constructively release my energy or something, but it took a while. School was no better - if anybody looked at me wrong I started a fight. It was rarely self defense - I put a few kids in the hospitable. A year into middle school I was finally starting to listen and my parents were continuously telling me that if I was obedient I would be loved, so I started listening, slowly stopped fighting, did what I was told in dance class. I never talked, though.
"I tested out of 7th grade and to 8th, by then I actually loved dance, was essentially the 'perfect kid.' The only person I ever said anything to was Maxon - which at most was only a couple words - but I still didn't work with anybody." He paused shifting slightly as he kissed her temple. He drew in a breath, wondering how long he'd been talking for now.
"I entered my freshman year at 14, leaving me younger than most, and I'd taken what my parents called an unhealthy obsession which it came to dancing. So, they stopped paying for classes. My last class I took one of Maxon's cards without telling him why - it's still in my wallet. In high school I was top of my class, only started the occasional fight after getting them to hit first, and I still refused to talk to anybody. I forced my parents to register me as a mute so I didn't have too.
"High school was... something. There were people I hung around, they didn't expect me to talk, so I didn't. I was kind of lost, but while I was still trying to pick up on 'proper' human culture, one of the few things I picked up on was that sex seemed to be an important thing in high school. So, I took to it, did what the others said. It wasn't hard, I was apparently a prize to have if I let you get close enough. It only happened a few times - none of it was particularly enjoyable, honestly."
By now, he'd tense slightly, and he leaned his head on her shoulder with his eyes closed. "I left home after graduation, like, immediately. I didn't go to school for another year. I don't really remember where I stayed, but now I'm year. Freshman year here flew by - I didn't do much. And now I'm here."
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 19:32:26 GMT -5
I WROTE THAT ALL ON MY PHONE OMG
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 19:34:36 GMT -5
YOU ARE AMAZING HUMAN. HOWW>W>W><
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 19:40:48 GMT -5
HONESTLY FROM LIKE TEXTING ALL DA AND STUFF BUT ALSO THE GRAMMAR MIGHT BE BAD IM SORRY
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 19:55:14 GMT -5
Michiko settled against Orion's chest and listened with rapt attention as she heard him talk the most he ever had in the short month she had been aquainted with him. Had it really only been a month? The day that they met in the practice room seemed like it was 57 years ago, even though it had only been a few weeks, and a crazy few weeks at that. She had gone from a hot chocolate obsessed human outcast to a targeted fae princess who had a boy friend in the short span of 31 days, and it honestly kind of dumbfounded her. Not that she minded, she was much more happy as a fae than she ever was as a human.
But right now wasn't the time to focus on her life- it was time to finally the truth behind Orion's past. The first part of his story was rather familiar as she had already known that he was forced away by the small group that had survived his genocide in the region that he had been taken down it, but it was still shocking, and rather impressive, that it had taken 20 fae just to hold him down and get him to stop. He was super powerful, and it was a wonder that he wasn't a royal for all of his power. Then again, it sounded like he had had to toughen up quickly as a kid, so it made sense. A sick sort of sense, but sense none the less.
The next part of the story had her eyes widening a bit as her heart swelled in sympathy for him. Orphaniges were rough places, and to be parentless so young was just tragic. The violence streak didn't suprise her, but it still made the princess rather melancholy about the whole ordeal of his childhood. Orion made more sense now then before; he wasn't violent naturally; he had been forced into as a catharsis for his anger. It was sad, really. But the past was the past, and she could not change him now- she could only kiss his scars and give him love.
Michiko felt her own version of anger bubbling under her skin when he started discussing his parents; however, and it took everything she had not to interrupt the for once not so silent fae and rant about what BS it was that his parents treated him like that. Parents were supposed to be loving and kind, and yet these monsters had nonthing but repress Orion's personality along with his anger. She felt a tear roll down her face as she felt the sheer mental pain through their link. He was obedient because it was beaten into his, and sure he had beaten them first and should have been spanked a few times, but beating a child was a sin that deserved to be punished in the darkest pits of hell.
She felt her heart go out to him. How coul dthey have tstopped the one thing that had given him any sort of joy or life? Sure, he had become perfect, but at the cost of his happiness. She felt a sick rush through her as he described the sexual outings that he had attempted to fit in with, and she could only imagine his silently having worthless sex to a girl who didn't understand him as his soul cried out in pain while he used his body to repress it. She felt the tears rolling like a warm stream down her face now, and when he finsihed, Michi held him close and kissed his forehead and lips before looking into his eyes. "You deserved better than that, Orion. You deserved a loving home with wonderful parents, and a lot of friend who understood you. You deserved and still deserve the world and happiness. But most of all, you derserve to be free of this horrible fear and repression that your mind and anxiety have impressed upon you. I love you for you, and many others would love you to. You don't have to hide anymore; that nightmare has ended, and this is a new day. Thank you for telling me your past, and I hope we can make a bright and loving future together. I love you for you, Orion Bain. For who you were, who you are, and for the person you are becoming. Thank you so so so much." She kissed his skin everywhere as she sent gratitude and love and acceptance through their link- her eyes blazing with love and sadness.
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 20:12:47 GMT -5
The fae had really only been vaguely aware of her reactions. By the time he'd gotten halfway through his story he couldn't shut up, and he didn't want to. She deserved to know, and part of him actually wanted her to know. He really just wanted somebody to listen to him and maybe even understand. Understand why he turned out like this, why he hardly ever talked at this point, why he simply did just about anything anybody told him to do. Once he was done, he jolted slightly when she kissed his forehead then his lips. He'd fallen into a daze of memories filled with various emotions - mostly rage.
And then Michiko was speaking, assuring him that everything was okay now and that he deserves more. Telling him that she loved him no matter what. Everything he felt through their link along with her words had him releasing a sigh of relief that he hadn't even known he was holding. As she kissed his face, he couldn't help but feel grateful, and it easily made a shoe through their link. "Thank you," he mumbled softly, and he just kept saying it. He didn't know what else to say - she understood.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 20:22:42 GMT -5
Michiko danced her lips over his as she pushed their forehead togetehr. The sun was begining to set, and it cast orange rays on the two lovers. Michiko felt his inner desires with her whole being as she absored the memories and the concepts trhough his words and their link. she silenced his gratitude filled words with a thousand kisses once he had repeated himself to many times, and she said. "You're welcome, Orion. Do you have a middle name? Bain?" She pulled back slightly as she murmered the words against his soft and tender lips. She felt happiness run through her, and she was happy she had somone to understand.
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 20:31:24 GMT -5
Orion allowed her to silence him, deciding to kiss her back each time instead. With her question, he couldn't help but love the way her lips brushed his with every word. Ugh, it was like heaven. "No, I don't," he answered. He was never given a last name - not by his actual parents nor he adoptive. He'd only been asked to write his name by the police when they picked him up and after countless hours of fighting he'd finally complied. A meaningless detail he chose to leave out. "So, what do we do now?"
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 20:40:09 GMT -5
Michiko worried her bottom lip for a few seconds, thinking about what to do. She blinked a few times as she arrived at her answer of what to do. "Well, is there anything else you wanted to tell, or is there anything you wanted to know about me?" She asked as she laid her head in the crook of his shoulder and inhaled his scent deeply. "God, you smell good."
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 20:52:42 GMT -5
The sight of her worrying her lip like that was rather enticing, and he'd have given a lot to kiss her breathless. However, they were having a conversation, one that he also didn't mind continuing. With her question, he gave a light shrug. "No, I don't really have anything else," he murmured. Save for his little fantasies, but that was for another time. However, her comment brought a slight grin to his face. "Thanks, I try," he murmured. It took a moment, but he did have a question. "Does it bother you that I've had sex with other people?"
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 20:57:11 GMT -5
Michko flicnhed a bit when he asked because it was a rather sensetive topic, and she worried her lip more as she thought seriously on the issue. Finally, she deicded that honesty was the best policy and nodded her head, replying. "It bothers me that I wasn't your first, and it pis.ses me off that someone else touched you and kissed you. But since you don't have STDs, I can't be too mad. I'm just glad I have you now." She nipped his lower lip as she pouted before pulling back and looking into her eyes. "I'm so glad you're mind now. Mine to hold, to cherish, and to love. "She grinned.
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 21:09:07 GMT -5
Orion gave a slow nod to her answer. He wasn't really surprised with her answer - he'd expected it, really. The nip at his lower lip had a shiver passing through him as she looked into his eyes. "Okay," he murmured softly in response. There wasn't really anything else he could say in response - he didn't have anything else to say. No other stories, no other questions. For now, he had nothing.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 21:12:20 GMT -5
Michiko, on the other hand, had everything she could possibly want. She slowly moved into her lover's lap as she kissed him passionatly and entangled her hands into his wonderfully soft hair. She gently angled his head back as she rose to his height and pressed their lips together in a frenzied dance of tounge. After a while, she pulled back, her eyes glazed over and cheeks alight as she collasped into him, panting and grinning happily.
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 21:25:24 GMT -5
Orion wrapped his arms around her as she moved into his lap. Kissing her back, a quiet and short lived moan escaped him as she took control of the moment and angled his head. He met her tongue with his own, breath hitching a bit at the feeling. When she pulled away, the fae was panting a bit himself, and he had half a mind to ask for more. His pupils were slightly blown, and he was grinning slightly. He placed a chaste kiss to the junction where her shoulder and neck met, though he did nothing more.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 21:30:28 GMT -5
Michiko nipped his neck plaufully before snuggling into his arms and cuddling deeper into her black a a michiko wrap. "It's getting a bit cold outside," she murmered as the starts in her eyes came to life and she shivered closer into Orion's chest. Snuggling there, she felt like she was at home and that nothing could ruin this moment. She pecked his jaw before just staring at him with love in her eyes.
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 21:49:23 GMT -5
Another shiver passed through him, and he smiled slightly as she snuggled into him. "Mm, I suppose it is," he replied. A kiss to his jaw had him meeting looking into her eyes, his own holding the same emotion as hers. Huh... he should probably put a name to it. And yet, couldn't help but find that he still couldn't. Or wouldn't? He wasn't sure. He'd think on it later. "Do you want to go back to the dorms?"
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 21:53:18 GMT -5
Michiko thought for a moment, but eventually shook her eyes as her eyes sparkled brightly. "I want to watch the stars." she wisphered as her soul danced happily. All around, little fireflies started to flicker to life, and Michiko looked at Orion with mischief in her eyes. "Wanna dance with the fire flies?"
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 21:56:12 GMT -5
DONEEEE 100 freaking notes cars
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 21:58:01 GMT -5
please end me >.< I'm so done with English
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 21:59:40 GMT -5
Damnnn that's a lot dude
Orion nodded slightly to her answer, turning her gaze to the sky. It was basically dark by now, and he took notice to how the fireflies began to come out. He watched them for a few moments in a daze before Michiko spoke to him once more. It took a moment for the question to register, but he nodded. Honestly, the idea sounded rather appealing to him.
(Last post for the night, cause I have my 8 am tomorrow and I still have work to do tbh, gnight!!
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 21:59:50 GMT -5
I feel that spiritually tbh
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 22:00:30 GMT -5
goodnight sweetest dreams
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 23, 2017 22:03:34 GMT -5
Michiko smiled as she slowly got up and pulled Orion close as she started to sing "Fireflies" by Owl city as the two fae danced. She lost herself in the music of the moment, and she loved the the crickets added to the song as if back grounds for the magical moment. She closed her eyes and let her heart beat and Orion's serve as a metrnonme for the rythem of love, the next song she sang. She gazed into Orion's eyes and smiled, the love glowing between them saying enough.
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Post by Myst on Jan 24, 2017 7:41:30 GMT -5
Orion stood with her, wrapping his arms around her once he had the chance. As he started to sing, he merely listened, realizing he didn't really know the song. Maybe he'd heard it once or twice, but that was about it. Still, he danced with her, enjoying the moment for all it was worth. For now, any stress melted away into a temporary void with quiet promises to come back at the worst of times, leaving him relaxed and elated. Looking at her, the fae found that she was already looking at him and smiled slightly. He took the chance to lean down and kiss her forehead, rather content with where they were.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 24, 2017 8:40:30 GMT -5
Michie eventually stopped singing after a few minutes and just listened to the indies beating of their hearts together. The fireflies twinkled like stars come to the earth as the night breeze ruffled michiko's short golden blonde hair and tickled her neck. When orion kissed her head she smiled and pressed herself closer into him. "That audition song really minded me of us,"
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Post by Myst on Jan 24, 2017 8:56:10 GMT -5
Gmornin~~
Orion didn't really react much when she stopped singing, simply continued to dance with her. It wasn't long before he took to singing "Lost" by BTS (wow I love this song) quietly, unable to stand the silence for very long. However, her mention of the audition song had him falling silence. It took a moment or two before he agreed. "It was... kind of odd how accurate it was," he murmured, trying to keep the lyrics from entering his thoughts.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 24, 2017 8:59:35 GMT -5
Ohaiyo~ how was class?
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Post by Stormsong~ on Jan 24, 2017 9:04:08 GMT -5
A high hum of happiness resonated through the tiny far tucked against his chest when Orion started singing. Michigan felt the music's wrapped around her like a soft blanket as Orion sang softly Korean. Even if she didn't understand the lyrics, she felt his emotions and a happy feeling bloomed in her chest. She loved his voice more than anything, and she could listen to it forever . She whimpered softly when he stopped and snuggled closer, unhappy that the beatific singing had vanished. "I really love that song, despite the fact that it makes me cry. It's basically telling the story of us," she murmured and she squeezed him tightly .
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