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Post by Byakurai on Apr 10, 2010 0:04:33 GMT
"You were the reason..." He said softly, leaning closer to her, slowly leaning her onto the table. "The reason I joined the brotherhood in the first place." He looked into her eyes, lightly squeezing her hand. "You were on of the reasons I fought to improve myself." His words seemed to get colder and colder as he spoke. His personality wasn't as soft and sweet as it use to be. He didn't wish to hurt her feelings in any manner, but he wanted to get this over with and wanted his mind on the war at hand, with no distractions or regrets. "And yet I was rewarded with a slow and painful death. The feeling of dying alone and in pain, there is nothing glorious and honorable about it."
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Post by Morphia on Apr 10, 2010 0:15:45 GMT
Morphia pushed him off of her lightly. "I heard rumors." She said turning her eyes away from him. "I just didn't know what to believe."
Suddenly the self hate took over, the longing to be dead, if she'd had a blade she'd probably cut her self like she had so many times before, if she had booze she'd probably try and drown her self, but instead she had a man, a man she'd hurt so badly.
"You hear so much when your on the outside, but not even half of it was true."
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 10, 2010 0:31:52 GMT
He remained in his calm and cold persona, when she pushed him away all he did was lean back into her. Showing that he did still cared for her to an extent, she would have to show what she said was true. But although he wasn't as kind as he used to be, doesn't mean he was a completely cold and heartless person. He used his hand to gently turn her head to face him. He leaned in and kissed her deeply. "But I made a promise and I am true to my word. I promised that I would always care about you, even if you disregard me." He said softly, giving her the look he gave her five years ago. With most people he would of said that everything they said would be an excuse. But Morphia, he made her a promise and he kept to his word.
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Post by Morphia on Apr 10, 2010 0:35:36 GMT
Morphia felt her lips touch his and her old personae take over, she opened her mouth to him, deepening the kiss. The woman's chest rose with a deep breath through her nose.
Her own self loathing was fueling her need to feel wanted, to feel loved.
"Your like a drug for me." She informed, huskily when their lips parted. She the addicts wet dream was addicted to his faithfulness, his unrelenting honesty for her and her alone.
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 11, 2010 18:04:06 GMT
He felt her tongue enter his mouth, the surge of both pain and pleasure mixed. The morphine entered his body but the feeling of lust made this into the near perfect ecstasy. Or it just be the morphine, when their lips part he listened to her words. He was a drug for her? That was a bit ironic wasn't it? He couldn't help but grin a little bit. "I could say the same about you." He whispered into her ear as playful banter.
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Post by Morphia on Apr 11, 2010 20:25:52 GMT
Morphia took a deep breath and debated stepping away from him.
"Where you planning on taking this." She asked frankly, she always been a frank sort of a girl, and she was in need of a cigarette if things were going to get heated.
THe mutant woman noticed a pedestrian staring in the window no one cared these days how 'personal' physical displays of affection got but they sure as hell tended to watch, she sighed and tried to concentrate on Hiro, even in her wildest days she'd never been an exhibitionist.
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 11, 2010 20:55:14 GMT
"I don't care." He said, spotting her eyes looking away from him. He let only his eyes follow where her attention was, to see a random person watching through the window. He scruffed and looked at her, "How distracting." He raised his hands raising an arm and snapping his fingers, at that same moment a bolt flew by the person causing him to run away. He could of easily shot the man killing him, but chose not to. "Tch..." He turned away from her. "They don't know you're a mutant do they?" He asked just because he could
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Post by Morphia on Apr 11, 2010 21:00:00 GMT
"Some do, Some don't. I really don't see why I should I have to broadcast it." She said coldly. Her eyes bore into his like ice, she wasn't normal for these parts, she was almost six foot tall barefooted and her eyes were the color of gold, she barely fit in with her own racial traits physically speaking and God only knew she wasn't socially anything like the other Japanese.
Her lips parted, the red was smeared slightly from their kisses, nothing to distracting or noticeable.
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 11, 2010 21:15:46 GMT
"I see." He said with an equally cold tone, he found her cowardice, distasteful. He looked back at her and pressed her against the wall once more. His face near her, the sexual tension high and everything. He didn't care what was going to happen next. "Do ya want to have sex?" He said bluntly. Showing her he could be as frank or blunt as her.
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Post by Morphia on Apr 11, 2010 21:31:34 GMT
Morphia cocked an eye brow at him when he asked his blunt question. "Did you forget the mood?" She said pushing him away. Seductively she walked towards the door and locked it, pulling the cord on the open light so that it was off.
Turning around she faced her old comrade. "Your disgusted with me, I'm unable to place what I think about you and you want to use me... I wouldn't mind having a go for old time sake." The woman let her long braids down and shook them so that they were tousled looking. The blue black waist length hair shifted off of her shoulders as she reached back and pulled the broken blinds so that they fell with a loud clack on the store front window. "At least mask it with some sort of sweet words, something dark and seductive that makes me think your worth it." She'd give him another try, the stage was set all he needed was to be smooth.
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Post by Byakurai on Apr 11, 2010 21:47:21 GMT
In the end Morphia was the same ol' girl she used to be, sexually anyway. He was pushed back and watched her lock the door behind her. He frowned a bit, there was a part him that wanted to have her then and there. But he knew the big picture, he was older and smarter now. "Fix your hair." He said walking passed her and unlocking the door. He took a moment to look around the dump of the place. "I don't want your body or your lust." He cracked open the door. "I wanted to see if you changed and you have. You are afraid now. Of what you are and what others think about you. You aren't the same woman I knew and cared for." He said coldly. He was about to walk out but stopped. "I won't report to Magneto. But once you get over what people think of you and have the courage to face what is in store. Come find me." With that walked out. It was curious to see what would happen. Would she stop him or just watch him walk away.
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Post by Morphia on Apr 11, 2010 21:55:33 GMT
Morphia wasn't about to run after him. She wasn't that type of woman, she put her hair back up and walked back to the counter grabbing her bag and coat, once she was ready to go she lit up a cigarette and walked out the door, locking it with her key.
"Damn bastard." She said turning away from the door and walking towards her apartment, she saw him ahead of her and exhaled smoke. "What the hell does he know... He doesn't know..." The trouble this power has caused me... the future it's robbed me of... my child of... She finished mentally. She walked forward passing him, heading for the long line of buildings and the train-station near them.
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