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Post by Eto on May 17, 2016 7:07:58 GMT
Eto stumbled through the portal, into the tiny room that had become more like a second home to him. He spent more time there than anywhere else. Time of course being very relative to most of the creatures on Gaia. His feet dragged behind him as he prodded forward, towards Don's bed, at least where . Deep black circles had blossomed under his ruby eyes. Those normally sharp and attentive eyes were half closed and bloodshot. The only thing he wanted then was to sleep, to rest in the arms of his companion, one of the very few beings in the entire multiverse that knew him. Knew all about him, his every flaw, weakness, pain and secret. He needed her, needed her in a way that went far beyond the sex, the pleasure, the addiction. He needed his companion.
There was no awareness in his eyes as he passed by the form of his companion. No understanding or comprehension, he was running on autopilot. That autopilot brought him up to the place where the bed normally rested and turned off as his form collapsed onto the floor where the bed usually rested. Even his prized scimitars clattered, to the floor. Amidst the clattering sound all that could be heard was the soft moan that escaped his lips. Etonis Vadia was completely unconscious and vulnerable once again at Abbadon's feet.
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Post by Don on May 17, 2016 7:14:18 GMT
She had changed the room, as she often did, to suit her needs. The bed was gone, leaving a wide, empty room, perfect for practice. Her fists threw and legs flew, all in form with the martial arts she had practiced during her long, long life. Defense was secondary... It wasn't like most people could get through the heat and the fire, anyways. Things like wing-chun were useless to her. Instead, she practiced the most offensive forms she could find, and a few, she had even mastered. It still helped to practice when and where she could.
As focused as she was, she hadn't heard Eto's entrance. It wasn't until his weapons clattered against the bare "wood" (or what passed for wood in hell) that she even noticed his arrival. She startled and turned around, both fists raised, her face contorted into an ugly looking sneer. She was just about to sling some very Don-like insult when she caught sight of the red hair.
"Eto," she whispered, her offensive behavior immediately dropping. She took a moment, a single moment, to figure out the environment all around them. She needed to make sure that nothing had followed him, that she didn't need to deal with something else before she could go to him. Once she was satisfied that they were safe and alone, she hurried to him, dropping to her knees beside his prone form. Red tinged fingers hesitated a long moment before finally darting out to brush aside locks of his hair. "Eto, baby, what's up? What's wrong, hmm? Talk to me..."
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Post by Eto on May 17, 2016 7:30:35 GMT
Eto groaned out softly as his companions fingers brushed his fiery locks aside. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, even as her fingers touched his hair. He growled softly and reached for her, attempting only to pull the randomness closer to him. He needed to feed. Badly. But that thought was secondary, he needed to feel her, to be sure she was alive and safe. He needed to confirm that he hadn't lost her or killed her while he wasn't... Himself.
"Don... Don you're alright yeah..?" His voice was quiet, just barely over a whisper as he attempted to hold her, to protect her. To keep them both safe. "Everything will be okay... Soon... Soon... Soon... Just a little longer." His voice broke as his mind spun and twisted about like a plastic bag in a tornado. There was nothing clicking inside his mind, none of the gears seemed to be meshing, clicking, turning. The vampire was almost delirious, but he knew, knew beyond a doubt that he'd have to keep Don safe, and that was exactly what he clung too.
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Post by Don on May 17, 2016 7:42:42 GMT
As he tugged, she fell forward slightly, into his arms. She didn't flinch away from his embrace, smiling softly and nuzzling her grey hair into his chin. The floor was uncomfortable, but she didn't dare bring the bed back into existence. Hell was strange and she didn't want to risk either of them becoming part of that bed, unable to escape. With her free hand, she delicately traced a random pattern along his cheek, murmuring to him softly.
"I'm alright, lover. Really, I am. I've been here. You look a little worse for wear, but I'm alright." She turned to press her burning kiss into his lips, trying to make it as soft as she could manage. "What's going to be alright, now? Soon'll come, but what's going to be alright, hmm?"
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Post by Eto on May 18, 2016 1:14:15 GMT
"Less than a month... Soon you'll be safe..." The prone vampire mumbled against her lips, his hands delicate in their embrace. He hugged her there, soaking up the warm, letting his mind faster and drown deep into the black abyss that was complete unconsciousness.
His body stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped everything as he laid there, completely lost to the world. It was his land of dreams and nightmares that he had been banished too. "Locke'll help..." Were the last words that left the strange Assamite lips before he passed into that horrible oblivion.
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Post by Don on May 18, 2016 6:08:42 GMT
Locke? "Which Locke?" She asked his prone form, not expecting a response. Inuko and Killy, the two warriors she knew well, were gone. Rumor, the soon to be Golconda that she was, would never last a night around Eto. She couldn't help. And Avice? She was missing in action. That really only LEFT Rumor, and that thought...
Cradling the drained Eto in her arms, she couldn't help but chuckle. Whatever he was planning to keep her safe from could wait. After all, they apparently had a month.
"Sleep, dear Etonis," she whispered, her voice returning to its more natural tone. Once more, she sounded like the Princess she was and not the Monster she often pretended to be. "I'll watch over you. You're safe."
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