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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 13, 2012 0:08:22 GMT -5
"Thank you," Athena smiled, pulling up a hand to touch the bandaging. He did a really good job at dressing her wound.
It was weird to have someone be so nice to her, since she was used to being hated and run off by so many.
She sighed, then took a deep breath, and began to breathe normally.
"My story?" She questioned, hopping down of the counter. She wasn't sure if she could tell him the truth, and if he would just run her off like all the others before him.
"Did you hear of the man who released the virus?" She changed the subject, not wanting to reveal herself quite yet. Maybe if she found out what he knew then she could filter what she told him about her life.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 13, 2012 10:07:28 GMT -5
"We've all heard that story." Richard said with exasperation, it was a stupid story, one Richard didn't even care to think about anymore. He would rather know why he survived, why did the Gifted make it though, why were the Gifted even gifted.
He didn't like dwelling in the past, living in the moment seemed easier. Serious topics were never fun. His eyes caught on to a shiny piece of broken glass he stepped forward to scoop it up. Pinching it between two fingers he went to sit beside her. "I used to be a model." He told her as though that explained everything, and perhaps it did. "You're wings are pretty obviously your gift, but what do you think this pretty face's gift is?" He asked well aware his gift wasn't visible and he enjoyed toying with people at what exactly it was.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 13, 2012 12:17:00 GMT -5
"You've all heard my story," Athena thought , pulling her wings onto her back now. She shrugged, getting used to holding up her wings again.
She looked at Richard, who hoped up onto the counter beside her. She half smiled when he mentioned he was a model at one point. It was believable, seeing how wonderfully blessed he was with his looks.
"Yes, they're the obvious one" Athena nodded, referring to her wings. She debated on showing him how her feathers could cut through almost anything like butter. But she decided that she would only if he asked if she did have other ones.
Athena looked him over, trying to figure out what his gift could possibly be. He still smelt fantastic, of roses and flowers, and then the hint of paint.
"Are you some sort of shapeshifter?" She asked.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 14, 2012 11:56:56 GMT -5
"Shapeshifter?" Richard said as though questioning it himself, was he shapeshifter?
"Negative on the shape shifting, though I don't know why I'd ever want to be anything but this beautiful form. You can't get better than perfection." He complimented himself leaning back in a way that was obviously a pose. He wouldn't deny it he was a model before it all ended so why not keep modeling now.
He reached out to carefully touch her feathers, but something made him hesitate, his fingers only an inch away. "I'll give you a hint and it's not something you can see or hear, but I'm still dangerous." He told her in a playful tone until the last word and his voice dropped a little, giving it a slightly threatening tone.
A rose hiding its thorns, was something a woman told him once, a long time ago. She was someone who stayed near him even after she knew what being close to him did to her. She stayed, coming back ever time, addicted to him, until Richard left her. Unable to stomach her gross obsession with him, he wasn't a drug, or at least he didn't want to be one.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 14, 2012 12:27:01 GMT -5
Athena wondered for a moment, "something you can't see or hear?" She repeated.
She went through the five senses: sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing. Without sight or hearing that left smell, taste, and touch.
"What about a mind reader? Or are you some sort of poison?" She asked, teasing lightly.
She watched as his hand inched toward her wing, and she smiled slightly. She outstretched her wing slightly, just enough so he could touch the feathers. She knew her feathers wouldn't be dangerous under his touch, so she had no need to worry. They would feel like any other normal feather.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 14, 2012 12:41:27 GMT -5
Richard ran his fingertips across her feather, revealing in how soft they were. He kept petting them as he though about her guesses, mind readers? He wished.
"I am poisonous." He admitted quietly, watching her expression to his admittance. Would she run or draw back, Richard didn't want her to leave him, but it was probably best that she run and leave. He wasn't good for her or anyone, and now that she was patched up and fed she had no reason to still be here.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 14, 2012 12:53:16 GMT -5
Athena's brow arched, "what kind of poison?" She questioned, turning towards Richard.
Something about him made her just want to go forward and kiss him, but she held back. She pulled her wings to lay on her back again, taking a step closer to him.
She looked him over, taking a deep breath. Her head began to pound, her sight becoming splotchy, but she ignored it. Her body was still just remaking all of the blood she lost.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 14, 2012 13:03:03 GMT -5
Richard felt a sharp pain in his chest at the look on her face. He wanted her to like him, but not just because his power made him. He couldn't draw back, he couldn't make himself get away from her to let her breath clean air. He couldn't because he didn't want to, he wanted her.
"A special poison." He told her beating around the bush, no wanting to show his card just yet. When he saw her take that step closer and the way she watched his lip, he knew he had her. "A poison that make you want me and hurt if you do." He told her kissing her carefully, ready to catch is she fell, she couldn't possibly hold out much longer, unless there was something special about her.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 14, 2012 13:18:30 GMT -5
Athena's heart fluttered when Richard kissed her, and she felt a feeling in her chest she had never felt before. Her mind, clouded with the intoxication of his smell wasn't the only thing that made her kiss back. Athena felt as though she finally found someone who would accept her for who she was, in her heart.
"Not much can hurt me, so I'm sure I'm fine" she grinned, pulling away for a moment.
Her hands found his bare chest, she loved the feel of his skin under her fingers.
Athena turned her face away from Richard to cough, her lungs stinging.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 14, 2012 13:31:14 GMT -5
Richard always thought of himself as a devilish man, so far gone from the light. While he held a woman with wings, an angel, in his arms, what irony this was. She said he couldn't hurt her, he couldn't only hope it was true, while he knew it wasn't. He touched her wings as she touched his chest.
"I'll hurt you." He told her, making no move to let go of her as she tried to move away. "You need to leave." He grimaced as she coughed. He touched her hair wanting to help her, while fully knowing he was the problem.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 14, 2012 13:39:59 GMT -5
"No, I'm fine. What's the worst that can happen?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side, looking into his eyes.
"I don't want to leave." She stated, "you won't hurt me," she repeated.
Her body felt as though she were high in the sky, flying with a helpful strong wind.
She felt a sharp pain in her neck when he touched her hair, wincing.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 14, 2012 13:55:07 GMT -5
What was the worst that could happen? Richard asked himself, so what if she passed out every so often. That wasn't a terrible price to pay to be with him. That was the worst that could happen, right?
Richard tired to let go of her, seeing her wince. "Here." He told her trying to step away from her. She needed air, she needed space, she needed not him. He shook trying to get his hands to release her. he was hurting her. "You need to back away from me." He told her his voice shaking.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 14, 2012 14:07:03 GMT -5
Athena looked at Richard, the pain in his voice worrying her.
She took a step back, but her ankle gave under the weight of her body, as though her being so close to him was weakening her. Her legs buckled beneath her, she tried to grab for the countertop, but it was of no help.
"Ow," she said, breathless. She landed sitting on her wings, the pressure on the bones of her wings made her shoulders ache.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 14, 2012 20:08:02 GMT -5
Richard stepped forward to help her up, his hands sliding under her armpits. He quickly pulled her up and to him, wrapping her in his arms careful of her wings. "You are my angel," He told her kissing her one more time, a goodbye kiss, before he lifted her so she sat on the counter. "I'm sorry." He told her letting go of her and quickly turning on his heel.
He refused to turn around and look back as he took even steps to stride out of the kitchen, past the living room and out the front door. The moment he was outside he broke into a run, turning to the left randomly. "Fuck." He panted as he forced his body to work, to keep moving away from her, to leave. "Fuck." He said when he had to run around broken down cars and over debris. "Fuck." he kept saying until his body gave out and he threw himself down on the pavement.
He rolled himself over onto his back and stared at the sky while his chest heaved. His lungs trying to drag in air. What the hell did he just do.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 14, 2012 20:31:49 GMT -5
"Richard?" she asked, being pulled to her feet and sat on the counter.
He called her an angel, and kissed her. Athena tried to kiss back, but he was gone before she could get her body to move.
"Richard!" Athena shouted, "come back!"
She tried to get up, panting and breathless. But the air began to clear when Richard left.
Her body refused to support her weight though, this time she was able to hold herself up with the ledge of the countertop. She widened her stance, attempting to make her legs stop wobbling. She helped herself down slowly to the floor, not wanting to fall again. Perhaps she could wait for a moment, get her head clear, and then run after him?
She didn't want to lose someone she finally felt she could be open to, although she didn't tell him her full name. But she would've told him in the days after, if he had stayed.
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