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Post by Eto on Jun 2, 2016 21:49:13 GMT
~"Can you do this?"~ A familiar voice rang out in his head as his eyes fluttered opened. Tension touched his form as his mind worked to catch up to what had happened the night before. The scent, the ache and need, the bar then Amy. Eto sighed as he covered his face with his hand. Things were getting more and more out of hand. He'd trusted Amy in a way he hadn't trusted anyone but Thorn and Don. Thorn had been his friend for centuries and had dragged him out of worse situations in far worse shape. Don had saved him from his demise at the hand of the Eastern Sorcerer in much the same way. But he had simply trusted Amy. Trusted the oddly titled Prince not to end him. He's surrendered to the demands of his body collapsing against her as if she were a friend, an ally.
He recognized the room he was in, one of Amy's guest rooms in her manor. Had she really carried him to her home and put him to bed? Why had she done so? What motivated the oddly titled Prince to act in the way that she had after he'd sewn so much chaos in her city? And why had he trusted her? The questions that plagued his mind were quickly put to side as his body responded. His throat ached with need, with desire, fiending for who he could only hope was there. "Don..." He croaked out, both hands covering his face. It wasn't just her blood that he craved. He needed her, needed her there, needed to know what was going on.
"Damn it, I don't know." He responded aloud to himself. Rising from the guest bed he looked himself over. Everything was exactly where it had been when he'd passed out. Even his Evoker weighed less, having spent a round killing the Brujah the night before. Definitely the oddly titled Prince's order. What was he going to do?
Taking a moment, the Assamite adjusted his armor and clothing, ensuring that it sat at its most comfortable and natural. With a sigh, he stepped out of his room making his way down and into the main hall of Amy's vast manor.
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Post by Don on Jun 2, 2016 22:00:39 GMT
Before he made it to the door, he would see a plush winged back chair sitting by the door, and a rather familiar girl sitting on it, her legs crossed and knees beneath the arm rests. Don had chosen her favorite host, with the strange purple hair, but her eyes remained the Devil House's own crystalline, a kaleidoscope of color, as she looked at him. There was pain, there, but she didn't move away from him like she had the last time they were around each other.
Still wearing his shirt, she had donned a pair of jeans for the sake of Amy's comfort, but looked much like she had before. Perhaps she seemed more tired, an exhaustion pulling at even her host's body. Finn had contacted her to let her know Eto had collapsed, and the moment she heard the news, she had Dominique bring her to the Manor, where she could watch over him as he slept.
She didn't bother to disturb him as he moved through his nightly ritual, his usual activities, and wouldn't try to stop him if he went to leave the room without her. Instead, she just stared up at him, eyes wide, as if she expected him to reject her. Her breath caught in her throat and she froze in place, waiting for a moment, before she bothered to try to speak. "Hey there, love..." she whispered, not raising her hands from her lap.
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Post by Eto on Jun 3, 2016 6:36:07 GMT
He jerked the moment he heard Don speak, his hands dropping to the handles of his precious scimitars. Each was half drawn before it registered who had spoken to him. "Don..." He called out quierly, his voice barely above a whisper. It wasn't Don herself that had frightened him so, he hadn't noticed her, hadn't picked out that she was there in the room with him. Her scent, her warmth, her very essence had become so deeply ingrained into his existence that her presence was just... Normal.
"Don what's going on?" He asked quietly, his blades sliding back into their native homes. Ruby eyes searched Don over, looking for wounds scars or damage of any kind that seemed out of place. 'Bump, bump, bump, bump.' His mind blanked as his eyes hit her throat. He could hear the beating of her heart, could taste the blood moving through her veins.
"Don." Eto's voice was strained as he caught to bring his eyes up to hers. Up to those kaleidoscopic eyes he'd stared into for months. "Why have I been banished? What have I done?" The fear in his fiending eyes only grew as he asked, in a voice that she might remember from his memories. The voice he'd begged with, pleaded with, and screamed with.
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Post by Don on Jun 3, 2016 22:15:04 GMT
The familiar sound of his fear sent chills down her spine as she sat there, staring at him, her face streaked in the tears she had already shed that day. She was quivering, wondering how any of this would end for them both. He looked at her as if she had broken his heart, and in her chest, she felt hers give a flutter in her chest. Don wanted to wrap her arms around him, to cradle him until he stopped looking at her like that.
What should she do? How should she go about this? Amy told her to be blunt, to just tell him. However, she was an archaic woman, her traditions long since abandoned. Octavian hadn't been much help, despite his kind demeanor and the way he had comforted her.
Finally, she took a deep breath, shaking her head and looking away from him. "You weren't banished," she whispered, voice barely audible. Tears touched her eyes once more and she closed them tight, wrapping her arms around her chest as she prepared herself. "I'm... pregnant..." Her voice never raised above a barely existent whisper, difficult to hear even with her inhuman senses.
Knowing that he probably couldn't hear her, she cleared her throat, closing her eyes tight as she prepared for rejection. In the few days that had passed since she made the discovery, she had grown almost fond of the little monster(s) growing inside her. It, or they, was/were part her and part Eto, a beautiful excrescence, a blight on humanity that she loved nearly as much as she loved him. When she spoke again, she finally did so at an audible level that he would be able to understand.
"I'm... pregnant?"
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Post by Eto on Jun 3, 2016 23:15:18 GMT
Eto stood absolutely still, his ruby eyes wide with surprise. Shock registered all over his face, then a strange mix of fear and panic washed over him. The almost childlike features of the vampire shifted rapidly, unsure of what to do, what he could do, what he should do. "I..." Those so terribly confident and sure eyes remained on his daemonic companion, completely unsure what to do, what to say. "Don... Why did you send me away?" He shook his head as his fangs slid down and into position. There wasn't any aggressiveness there, simply his lack of feeding, and lack of Don, his body was responding.
"Don I..." Eto shook his head and reached for his scimitar belt, removing the buckle and sliding it free of his trousers. He tossed the weapons on the bed and looked to her. He wasn't completely unarmed, but he was without his primary weapons. Trying to be the least threatening creature he could be. "I don't... What..?" He hadn't run out the door, his mind was so chaotic and mixed up that he didn't honestly have a thing to do or say. He simply looked at his companion, lost, hurt and searching for something... Guidance, advice, assurance. "I don't know what to do Don... I can't." He swallowed hard, ruby eyes seeking out his lovers. "I can't lose you..."
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Post by Don on Jun 3, 2016 23:27:28 GMT
She remained silent as he stuttered and stammered, trying to find something to say. She didn't know how to comfort him, how to tell him whether or not it would be okay, because she had no way of knowing herself. She swallowed back the taste of bile that rose from her throat, catching the glint of his fangs out of the corner of her eye. Silently, she raised an arm in offering.
She needed him to know, to understand what he was doing and saying to her, and she couldn't let his mind remain fuzzy if she had any hope of figuring this situation out. Rolling up the sleeve of his black shirt, she exposed her flesh beneath it, pale, blood flowing just beneath the surface. She needed him to think clearly.
"Go ahead," she whispered to him, offering Eto the most assuring smile she could manage, considering just how crazed she felt. She wasn't sure how her vitae would taste to him, considering it would no longer be just hers. She had no way to know that he would get her emotions, as well. He would understand, from feeding off her, just how much she had come to love the little leech(es) feeding off her. And how much she had come to love him. "Please."
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Post by Eto on Jun 3, 2016 23:50:15 GMT
Concern caused him to hesitate for a long moment before he smiled himself, while he tried for assurance, he wasn't at all certain how a fang filled smile would go over with his lover. A decision had been made, one Don might not like, but everything was going to be on the table for her.
Eto stepped toward her kneeling down before her. Gently taking her arm into his hands his eyes locked onto hers. Just as his fangs sank into her, he'd 'show' her everything that had happened between showing her everything and that moment.
Every insecurity, conversation he'd had, and everything he felt and thought would wash over her as well as his own feelings of the situation. The fear, the pain, the concern he'd had when she'd pulled him as he'd arrived. He wanted her to know, to feel everything, but the biggest and most important one was his loyalty, and love for her. He didn't want her to just feel it, he wanted her to know it down to the very fiber of her being. The very essence of her person and his.
The moment the blood his the back of his throat, he could taste it, feel it's power, feel Don and then... More. So much more. Power raced through his body almost instantly. More power than he'd ever tasted, ever experienced in one shot, and he drank and drank. Power and love. He could hear Don's voice over and over in his head as he closed his eyes. 'I love you.'
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Post by Don on Jun 4, 2016 0:37:23 GMT
The tears fell unbidden from her eyes, a sob ripping from her chest as his memories cascaded across her mind. Her free arm wrapped around his shoulders, drawing himself into her and breathing in his scent as their vitae mixed together. It smelled like sex, like pure energy, and was comfortable, like home. Her teeth brushed along his shoulder before inking in, blunt and far too human, as she bit him back.
Don didn't try to pull herself away as he fed, letting herself sob in his arms. Love... A word she had refused to use her entire life. Even her family, she had never heard it, never shared in the emotion. As she cried, her teeth slipped away from him, head resting against his shoulder where her teeth had been only moments before.
"I'm so sorry," she said between sobs, voice catching. "I'm... so sorry... Eto... Etonis, I'm so sorry... I love you."
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Post by Eto on Jun 4, 2016 2:38:57 GMT
Eto's ruby eyes closed as he pulled her up against him, drinking deep from not only her, but children growing in her body. All... Three of them. Power literally radiated from him, raising the temperature in the room rapidly. Slowly his fangs slid out of her, his ruby eyes shined with power as he leaned up, not saying a single word and kissed Don. There wasn't anything he had to say, nothing he could say, or do to describe what she would have felt when he'd fed from her. As his lips pressed slowly and gently into her they'd part and he breathe into her, feeding her his power, their power.
Eto pushed, pushed to even them both out, to give them both what he had, to bring her to the level he felt. Every nerve ending was alive, ablaze with sensation, pleasure. He could feel her body, the fabric of her cloths, the temperature of her skin. Every bit of Don he could feel down to the core of her being and he just continued to kiss her, give her power, all of their power and the power of the children in side of her.
"Don..." He moaned lightly against her lips.
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Post by Don on Jun 5, 2016 22:11:21 GMT
The sudden surge of pure, unadulterated power was almost more than she could handle, trapped like she was in a human Host. That night on Kaba Island, surrounded by nothing but wilderness and Eto, was a flicker of a candle's light in comparison to the wildfire that burned in her very soul. Both arms wrapped around him as soon as he freed her and she kept him close to her, feeling his body hum in tandem with her own.
His lips captured hers without fight, without argument, and she allowed only a soft moan to pass as she heard her name. Her fingers raised and brushed through crimson locks, the feel of his hair familiar between her fingers. She shuddered, almost involuntarily, and deepened the kiss.
"I can't take us back," she whispered to him, breaking their moment of passion and pressing herself against him, head coming to rest on his shoulder. It felt as if they were both vibrating while the rest of the world stayed perfectly still. "I... We lost our magic when we...." Got knocked up? It seemed so informal and cruel to put it like that, and she simply couldn't.
Instead, one hand raised to find his, searching down his arm slowly, carefully, until their fingers met. Then, grasping his hand, she shifted it and pressed it against her stomach. They both knew her secret, then, and there was no hiding. She could feel their children's power radiating through her entire body. If it wasn't real before...
"Let's go home."
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