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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 5:46:54 GMT -5
((Honestly, was expecting her to be angrier! heh))
Oliver wraps his arms around her, one resting over the back of her head, the other across her back as he draws her in close to him. He looks up the ceiling for a moment while Iole can hear the rhythmic beating of his heart in his chest and the steady deep breaths.
"Iole, I mean it w'en I say I love ye. I wa't to see t'e world wit' ye, the world we help create. A'l t'e evil t'at men do to other men wi'l end wit' t'at bomb."
He looks back down to her, petting her hair gently. "We don' need no gods or intervention to care about us, we got eac' ot'er an' not even t'e gods can come between that." He intertwines his fingers in her soft hair, gliding them through as if it was water. "I 'now w'ere we'l go, no bomb wi'l tell us ot'erwise, it'l be a brave new wor'd for us, created by us for us an' ye're t'e on'y one I want to share it wit'."
Oliver nuzzles the side of her head with his muzzle and holds her tight and close, swimming in her scent and delicate soft warmth. He wants her, always, yet in the pit of his stomach, the truth of the matter whispers ill words that make him sick to listen too.
Gods... Iole... forgive me...
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 11:59:22 GMT -5
(OOC: Right now I think she's just tired, like "oh great, just one more thing fate's throwing at us")
::Despite her crying, his carress sends pleasant overwhelming shivers through her. She finds herself reaching up his back to feel his soft fur over his slim muscled frame. How she wished she could freeze this moment with him holding her. Even if the walls around them started to burn she'd never want to leave his arms::
I won't be able to stay in one place. I'll have to fly. Would you come with me if I did?
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 15:00:20 GMT -5
"Yes, of'ourse. Anyw'ere in t'is wor'd or t'e next."
The feeling of her touch on his back sends delightful shivers down his spine, like a pleasant tickle. He rests his chin on her shoulder and caresses her cheek, while his tail intertwines both there legs, locking them in the embrace.
"No mat'er w'at happens tomorrow t'ough. We'll a'ways have t'is moment an' t'is night."
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 21:52:02 GMT -5
::Oliver's tail caves her knees in, making her stumble closer to him::
Yes... let's keep tonight.
::Three words hang on the edge of her lips, dancing on the tip of her tongue like volatile temptresses of fate. He had said them to her, and she had known the same was true for her, but she had never said it back. She had always been afraid that it would come out wrong, that she wouldn't sound as heartfelt as she wanted to. Or worse, give fate the signal to swoop in and destory all of it as it would likely do tomorrow, But if she didn't say it now, she'd spend the rest of what would probably be a very long life wishing she had. She pulls away just enough so that her sky blue eyes meet his steely blue ones::
I love you.
::They're out. And the feeling is twice as strong now that they are. Her need for him threatens to swallow her and make her forget everything. She has to say it again, and even then it might not be enough::
I love you Oliver Fray Tipp.
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 22:34:32 GMT -5
Oliver looks into Iole's eyes for a long moment, caressing the hair away from her face. He smiles and leans into close to her lips for a kiss, closing his eyes to let the feelings absorb into his conscious. He breaks away, eyes still locked to hers.
"An' I love ye, Iole B'akeney."
He leans in for another hug, holding her tightly once again. In his heart, he wishes for this moment to last for all time. Them, just like this, but with each passing tick of the clock, the horrors of tomorrow loom closer.
"Tonig't is ours, love. No 'ore war or bombs or bul'ets. Jus'us."
From the curtain corner, two sets of eyes spy at the young lovers. The curtain flutters close and Sid and Violette return to the seats near the stage. "Isn't it so sweet to see? Love blossoming on the battlefield." Violette asks, softly fluttering into her seat, school girl like and dreamy.
"Vell, this is certainly a new side of you Violette. Vhere did the cold b***h go?"
Violette lightly slaps Sid's forearm. "Please, there's some sugar in this spice. I'm happy for Ollie, it's something I haven't seen in this roach ridden building before. Really heartfelt love."
"So you can recognize the difference between lust and love? I'm shocked." He says sarcastically.
Violette mockingly laughs. "Alright wise guy, don't come crawling to me when you need your next fix."
"Vouldn't think of it."
Violette sneers back to Sid as she lights another cigarette, throwing the case onto the table.
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 23:21:22 GMT -5
::Iole pulls away from Oliver's kiss and smiles, reaching behind her head to pull the Moon & Sun clip from her hair, letting her long black tresses fall around her shoulders. Despite the coming storm, tonight she'll enjoy the calm. She knows this might be their last night together, but she doesn't feel as sad as she thought she would. Because she is going to make this night count::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 23:38:46 GMT -5
Oliver smiles, though a smile with a hint of sadness, as he looks upon Iole. "Ye as beautiful as anyt'in I'd ever seen." He runs his hand down the back of her head once more, before leaning in for another kiss. "Let's get bac' to t'e party, let everyone see jus' how I'm t'e luckiest guy in t'is city or the next, in all of Gaia."
-Meanwhile-
At the bar, Connolly sits, negotiating with Doug. "We had a deal, Doug. One night for the two in that little hole you can a 'hotel' room."
"No - captain. Can't do it, only for Violette and her business. As per my agreement with the LPA."
"Yea, well I'm changing that agreement." Connolly draws his .45 and places it on the bar-top in front of him. "One night, I think you can make that little sacrifice for the good of the Party and the people? Or do I have to convince you further."
"You drive a hard bargain, captain. A hard bargain indeed." He says through crooked yellow teeth. "The kids can have their room, but I'm not changing the sheets for them."
"I don't think they'll care at this point. I'll be sure to note that you were very eager to assist the LPA in this."
"Aye, I'll cherish your kindness always, captain."
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Back near the stage, Oliver leads Iole back out to the watching eyes of Sid and Violette, and other Red Dragoons and LPA - though many of them are too drunk to have noticed the two. Sid sits cockly in his chair and has a pleased grin. Violette sits, still fuming from Sid's comments, but when Iole and Oliver approach, she too smiles.
"You two are almost too cute together, it's almost sickening."
Sid scoffs as he turns to Violette. "That's not vhat you vere saying a fev moments ago."
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 23:47:50 GMT -5
::Iole blushes::
Laugh it up you two.
::She glances at the clock that hangs above the bar over the counter::
Wow it's getting late. When do we go back to the barracks?
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 23:56:46 GMT -5
"You're not." Connolly approaches from the bar, where a disgruntled looking Doug stands, wiping spilled booze with a dirty rag. "Our gracious host" Says sarcastically "has provided you and Oliver with lodgings for the night in the up stairs bedroom. I suggest you take full advantage of it, that's an order." He says with a smile.
Sid and Violette coyly look to each other, devilishly little thoughts floating through their heads. "Ve thought it vould be nice if you tvo had a little privacy."
Violette, slightly smoldering but very pleased, sits back in her chair and takes a drag from the cigarette. "I remember when I was young and in love."
Connolly curiously looks to Violette. "You were actually in love with something that wasn't yourself?"
Violette growls and turns her head, ignoring Connolly.
"Anyway, get upstairs you two. We'll continue the little party for you."
A tad embarrassed, Oliver tries to laugh the situation away. "Oh boy... ye rea'ly shou'dn't have... well!" He turns, to face Iole. "It was an order!" He coyly smiles, eyes looking awake and alive, the weight of his troubled thoughts now gone. "Sha'l we?"
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Post by Iole on Jun 3, 2009 0:04:47 GMT -5
::Iole is dumbstruck, feeling a weird mix of giddiness and anxiety. So instead she responds by putting an arm around both Sid and Connolly, giving them both a quick peck on the cheek::
Thank you.
::Then she turns to leave, but before she does, she catches sight of Violette looking sulky and alone with her cigarette all of a sudden, the conversation they had shared backstage only a few hours ago playing again in her memory. Not wanting the men to hear this, she uses her thoughts to speak to the other woman instead::
Thank you too.
::Then she takes Oliver's hand and the two of them spirit themselves away up the stairs::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 3, 2009 0:13:16 GMT -5
Sid and Connolly stands beside each other with wide grins. "I vish I vas still like them."
"Aye, now we're just old salts caught up in our love of the fight... lucky bastard Ollie is."
"Iole is good girl, pretty, smart, and deadly."
"Just the girl Ollie needs." Connolly's temperament grows somber. "They deserve this night together..."
"They best use it as young kids in love should."
"I don't think we'll have to worry, see the look in Oliver's eyes?"
"How about Iole's? She looked more excited then Ollie!"
They both laugh, then Connolly turns and calls the bar to attention. "Another round! This one is just for the lovers!"
There's a hoot and a holler from the soldiers, banging their glasses against tables and their boots against the floor.
((New thread))
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Post by Iole on Jun 3, 2009 0:17:39 GMT -5
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