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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 24, 2018 10:35:58 GMT -6
I trusted you, Kail.
He looked genuinely ashamed at the words, ears twitching back, fingers curling around the stake. His head turned to the side, and he wouldn't meet her gaze for a few long, guilty seconds, his head and his heart hurting. She was right. He'd abandoned her, and then he'd betrayed her. He wasn't much of a packmate, and had been trying to fix that - make it like it had been before. Like everything else, he’d just messed this up as well.
“I really didn't want to.” He said, low and soft under his breath, as she started to thrash again, likely too quiet for her to hear.
“Why am I trying so hard? Are ya fuckin’ joking? Ya ain't a fuckin’ spare part, I can't just replace ya!” his own voice shook with a low, hurting anger, narrowing in on her. “Why do ya wanna go back so bad anyway, huh?”
The young super cut a sorry figure, standing there in front of her with his unsteady voice and a desperate hurt shining so clearly in his eyes. He knew he had no right to be hurt, not after she was the one who’d been through it all - but he didn’t understand and her words had cut deep, and he didn’t have the energy or the tact to pretend they hadn’t.
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Post by tsukikoko on Sept 24, 2018 13:53:25 GMT -6
One of Kitty's ears flickered, aware that the wendigo had said something under his breath, though she couldn't make out the words. There was a lull, admittedly brief, where neither super yelled at the other.
The vampire's face contorted, lip curling, fangs bared. A look unsure if it wanted to be anger, despair or exasperation. Her ears flattened back against her skull, snarling out her next words through gritted teeth in an attempt to hide just how afraid of it she was. "Because if I don't he'll go looking for me and find you and tear you limb from fuckin' limb ya daft git!" In the wake of her spiralling emotions, further words the vampire never intended to say slipped out. "And because I like it!" She froze then, voice catching in her throat as Kitty realised what she had just admitted.
The vampire seemed to deflate in front of him. She hung limp in the chains, her head falling forward, strands of hair falling over her face. The volume of her voice dropped, uncertainty creeping into her tone. "I don't know, I don't- I don't fucking know but I'm.. I'm drawn... Back there..." She was silent for a while, the rage finally draining. Because she still didn't understand it herself; how despite Isaac kidnapping her, at first forcing himself on her, she now found that she... wanted to be with him. Of her own volition. She didn't understand herself, or why it - he - felt so good. How could she ever explain it to Kail, when it barely made sense in her own head? And even with that knowledge, she didn't care, she still enjoyed it. But she didn't want the wendigo to die, still needed him to stop. But all the fire, the ferocity, had left her in the face of her rapidly approaching failure, leaving only a soft plea.
"Please... Please just- just stop..."
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 25, 2018 14:52:20 GMT -6
Kitty was not the only one to freeze as she blurted out the damning words. Kail stiffened and went deathly still, staring at her in badly concealed shock. She...liked it? He knew she was intense, but this was not normal. His mind went to the default track of targeted hatred. It was her captor who’d done this. He’d gotten into her head, messed around and manipulated her until she liked the abuse and god knew what else went on between the two. Judging by the way she reeked of that male scent and expensive cologne, the two were ‘intimate’, if it could even be called that.
For now, he ignored what she had said as she went limp and still in the chains, her anger leeching out as abruptly as it had appeared. He watched her with a softening expression of concern, now that she wasn’t looking at him. He spoke after a pause, voice rough and thick.
“Look, Kitty. That...it isn’t ya fault, he clearly did something to ya to make ya feel that way. That can be fixed. Ya don’t have to go back.” There was another heavy pause. The apology forced its way forward before he could stop himself. “I...shouldn’t have staked ya. I know it don’t mean shit to ya, but I really didn’t want to. I just - ya know me. I ain’t the most innovative guy out there. I couldn’t think of anything else that would...make ya stay.” Again, the deeply regretful expression crept back onto his face. “I’m...sorry. I should’ve-“ he pressed his palm to his temples, exhaling sharply. “I should’ve thought this through more. It’s clearly...” he seemed to be having difficulty wording his thoughts, brow furrowed and voice halting. Typically, he did not often think before he spoke, but if there was any time to start being even slightly thoughtful, it was now. “- a deep fuckin’ issue. Christ.” Another sharp exhale, more the irritated chuff of an animal then a sigh. “But ya can’t actually expect me to stop. Ya can’t tell me you’d pretend nothing happened if I got in deep shit, that you’d act like nothing was wrong.”
His lip curled, almost rolling his eyes. “And ya shouldn’t be worried about me, ya godamn idiot. I’ll be fine.”
He knew better to approach, even when she seemed so defeated. Getting within arms-length of the vampire was suicidal, after seeing her previous rage. But he really wanted to unchain her. It felt wrong to have someone he cared about held captive - made him almost as bad as his captor.
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Post by tsukikoko on Sept 26, 2018 4:28:43 GMT -6
Ya don’t have to go back.
Yes she did. Even if Isaac let her leave, even if she could escape him, the fact still remained that she liked how his fingers ran through her hair, how he had chuckled and read poetry to her when she had been unable to hide her curiosity. He treated her so well, because... because that was the role he had decided to take. She didn't understand it, might never do, but it was a security and affection she had been starved of much of her life and even though she knew she should still hate it, that the whole thing might be a sick game (though why he would drag it out this long she didn't know), she couldn't deny how returning to him felt so... natural. She couldn't lie to herself and say she hadn't been the one to initiate after he destroyed Max; wanting to experience how she truly felt, know what it was like when she was whole and herself. That she had turned to him so quickly.
Meanwhile, Kail was still talking. Trying to apologise, she thought, with a humourless snort of laughter. He was so stubborn, not that she could talk, but that didn't stop her getting irritated by his assurance that he would be fine. "You haven't met him." She said and though her voice was no longer a shout, there was a sharp, fiery edge returning to them. "Don't you stand there and tell me you'll be fuckin' fine. Ya bloody, stupid, stubborn twat of a deer." She sighed then, letting out a small growl under her breath. "No, I wouldn't pretend everything was fine, but I sure as hell wouldn't kidnap ya, I'd-" She stopped suddenly and then chuckled, again with that flat, humourless tone. The sound continued for a while, before she groaned low in her throat, the exasperation reaching a critical mass. "Christ's sake Kail, would ya just let me out of these bloody chains already? I ain't gunna gut ya, else I'd have done it back in the alley when ya first tried to stop me." She raised her head to look at him, ears flat, eyes swirling with a storm of torn emotions as she warred with herself.
Eventually, a groaning sigh, a mutter under her breath. "Goddammit Kail, this is so fuckin' stupid..." Her voice strengthened again, but the vampire sounded unsure, nervous even. Completely at odds to her usual demeanour. "Look, I'll.. talk, alright? But I can't... I can't say I'll stay Kail. I can't lie to ya, just 'cause that's what ya wanna hear."
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 29, 2018 5:54:35 GMT -6
A scowl darkened his features as he prepared himself to snap back and argue with her. It didn’t matter if he did get hurt trying to help, it didn’t matter if he wasn’t fine. Better to die trying than to spend the rest of his existence skulking in the forest, alone and without so much as a single packmate to make life bearable.
But he couldn’t yell at her when she went all quiet and slack like that. She sounded so defeated and he stepped forwards, hesitant. There was a pause as he appraised the vampire with no small amount of distrust. They had never had this suspicion between them before. It was his own fault it was there, but it still stung that he found himself wary around the one person he had been able to trust.
“...I’ll let ya out once ya tell me, okay? Ya can kick the shit outta me afterwards.” A small, humorless grin edged at the corners of his mouth, only to vanish a second later. “And I wasn’t - I ain’t gonna keep ya hostage. I just want to know what happened.” His tone was flat and serious, and he looked her in the eyes as he spoke. “If ya...still really want to leave after this, I ain’t gonna stop ya - or blame ya.”
He bought a hand to his face and sighed. The teenagerish expression paired with the ancient, tired weight about him was a strange contrast. The fight leached out of him.
“Please just tell me what happened. I don’t understand any of this.”
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Post by tsukikoko on Oct 1, 2018 6:16:56 GMT -6
"I fought... at first." She said quietly, after a long few seconds of eerie pause, where it seemed she might not answer Kail at all. "Gave as good as I got, when he found me in that warehouse. Didn't soddin' well matter, he wasn't even trying. Figured I'd die there, but I wasn't afraid of that. Then he..." Her voice cracked, thinking back on that first altercation. The betraying moan of breath that had first given her away, the look of fear that had followed from her loss of control, the events that had given her captor ideas. "-he decided to lock me up, starve me, until I gave into him and drank his blood. Not sure what his end game was at that point, but, it all changed anyway." Now she lifted her head, showed a little bit. "Didn't realise he'd be affected by my bite, did he? So, yeah, he screwed my brains out and I liked it and whether he just liked how it felt, I felt, whatever, I don't bloody know; but in the end he decided to keep me, rather than kill me." The redhead turned her gaze away for a moment, the muscles of her jaw tensing and relaxing, fingers curling into fists, only to unfurl a moment later. She couldn't pace, or gesticulate with her hands, burn off some of the nervous, frustrated energy like she wanted to.
Not that she could afford to pause for long, there were still more to say. She'd already said too much, after all, why stop here?
Before Kail could come out with any exclamations or rebuttals, Kitty fixated him with her unblinking gaze once again. "But I still fought, every time; hissed and spat and called him every name under the fuckin' sun, even-" She paused a moment, a tingle running up her spine at even the recollection of the what Isaac had done to her. The pleasure he had introduced her to. The vampire shook her head, continued, "-even when he made me lose my head, let me feed off him, fucked me senseless, every time I told him to jog on, piss off, claw his eyes if I could. I even got out once." A humourless smile cracked her features. "Fat lot of good it did me, got caught after twelve seconds. Twelve. And then, because of that, I got to starve for twelve days. Teach me a lesson, I guess." A small shrug. "I thought it was all part of the torture, mind games and all that, ya know? Weird thing is, when I wasn't trying to escape, he was so... god, so freakin' nice to me. Bought me clothes, stroked my hair, ears, tail, read to me, cuddled me after sex. I was still a bitch to him, ya know me, but christ if it wasn't getting harder." Her brow furrowed, teeth slightly bared. "An' before ya fuckin' say it, I know it was conditioning, alright? I soddin' well know it! I just-" She trailed off, not really knowing what else she could say to that.
Then, very suddenly, her voice changed, became softer. In her expression there was disbelief, incredulousness and a shining light of gratitude that could not be denied. "One day Isaac comes down to see me. I know what he's after, but then he just gets so... possessive. He could smell another man on me, thought someone had gotten in somehow, only it wasn't anyone else... no-one, physical at least." Blue eyes regarded the wendigo stood across from Kitty, abruptly wondering how much of their friendship had been some ploy or another, by the soul inside her. Her lip curled as she thought of that snake. "Max. His name was Max. Another vampire, who thought it a brilliant fuckin' idea to make some deal or another and use magic or some other shit to make me fall in love with him." An unfriendly smile spread. "I ate the cunt's soul." The expression fell away again, she shuddered. "So yeah, I had this.. thing inside me, that I was still twistedly in love with, ugh. Christ I hate even bloody thinkin' about it. But that's who Isaac could smell and he did not like it."
Another pause, the hint of a smile on her face as softness returned to the vampire's voice. "So Isaac ate him. Ripped out the bastard's soul from mine and ate him. I was free, of the voice in my head, the fuckin' feelings that I didn't bloody understand, the utter WORSHIP I had for this asshole who saw me as nothing more than a tool, a dog he could throw into fights, who I had loved so fuckin' much I wanted to keep him safe, inside me, forever; he was driving me insane Kail." Kitty held the wendigo's gaze firmly, trying to iterate to him just how bad her situation had been. "Now, I don't have that anymore, I'm free of it. Because of Isaac. And I just- I can't... I can't bring myself to hate him after that."
Her eyes dropped then, staring at a crack in the floor tiles. "So, there. Now ya know."
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 1, 2018 10:28:38 GMT -6
There was a knot of indescribable rage burning in his chest as Kitty spoke. He felt sick to his core as he learnt of what had happened to her. There was a note of panic, rising beneath his other thrashing emotions. What if she was punished over this? He had to let her go - he'd promised he would, and he wouldn't break his word, but to let her go back to that - how could he? The entire situation was beyond his control, and he knew he was a fool for thinking he had any idea what he was doing. He didn't know what to do or how to proceed, how to even respond, and it showed in his face as he stared, with a blank, wide-eyed horror, at the redhead.
He should have been there. She had thought she was going to die, fighting alone. He would have never found out what happened to her, would have spent eternity wondering.
Self-loathing burnt through his veins. The wendigo turned so she wouldn't see his grief, clenching his teeth hard enough to hurt and digging his claws deep into the flesh of his palms. Dark blood welled and trickled through his white knuckles. It dripped unnoticed to the concrete floor.
He couldn't believe she was so calm about it. That she'd been treated like that. Worse than a dog. This Isaac has trained her and punished her and raped her like she was lesser than an animal. He did not speak for a full minute as he swallowed his rage. He simply stood there and stared hard at the wall, eyes burning. He wasn't going to yell. He was going to keep calm, because otherwise she'd tell him nothing.
“This...Isaac.” He turned to face the vampire, tasting the name with no small amount of disgust. His voice held steady. Dangerously calm. Kail did not often go quiet, so the sudden softness of his voice heralded a rage that was very, very rarely this extreme. “This Isaac has tricked ya into loving him, just like Max did. He did it in a different way but they're both the fuckin’ same.”
Still, he spoke so softly. There was a burning hatred in his eyes that made them flare, luminous, in the lighting of the room.
“He might be nicer about it, or make ya feel good, but it's the same type of thing, Kitty. It’s the same except this piece of shit conditioned ya better.” Emotion was trickling into his voice, made every word barbed and hateful. “They both got inside ya head, they both used ya and abused ya and you're worth more than that, ya deserve better then to be some fuckin pet. You ain't some animal he can just-''
He hissed and broke off the last word, angry at the way he sounded so soft, and spat to the side, fuming. Then the mask of calm slipped back into place and he looked at her intently. Focused, exhaled, then spoke. “And who is this Isaac, anyway? Why'd he wanna kill ya so bad?”
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Post by tsukikoko on Oct 2, 2018 3:10:57 GMT -6
Kitty's jaw set tight, her eyes a pair of flashing dagger blades. Her voice was low, quiet, when she responded, near matching the wendigo's iciness. "It was for what we did to that agent and his girlfriend, he knew 'em, they were his friends or pack, whatever."
Silence after her statement, broken only by the occassional rattle of chains. The vampire's throat worked, a silent snarl bubbling up inside her. Choking her. "It ain't the fuckin' same, ya hear me?" The redhead began to strain against the chains again. She didn't want Kail to look at her like that, could see the dripping blood from his hands, wanted to shake him and yell at him and just make him understand. Make him stop. "Ya weren't in my head Kail, ya never had to feel what I did. With Isaac, at least I can argue with him, tell him what I bloody well think, choose, for myself, if I want to hit him, or kiss him, or walk away. With Max, there was none of that. I had. no. choice. Ever." The note of her voice rose, deep-seated rage and old feelings of helplessness rising to the surface. "He could have done whatever the fuckin' hell he wanted to me and it didn't matter. I couldn't even disagree with something he did without it burning away at my insides. When he was out of my sight, I craved him, I couldn't be without him, in case someone else touched him, or even fuckin' looked at him. I was obssessed. It wasn't love, not really, just some forced, twisted soddin' demon attempt at it. Then he was inside me, all tangled up with my soul, whispering in my ear, making me do things. I don't even know how much of what I did, what I was, over the last few years was me! How much of it was him? How much of what I like or think is because of him? Do you know what that's like to live with?! I hated it. I was made to love him. I was constantly at war with myself, it was fuckin' agony, Kail." Her tirade came to an end for a few moments, should she have a need to breathe Kitty likely would have been panting with the force of her maelstrom of emotions and the pent-up frustration. She wished he hadn't come back. She wasn't good at this; didn't want him in the firing line, didn't want to hear and see the loathing, the anguish.
If Kitty could have laughed it off, hit him in the shoulder and gone hunting with him like nothing had happened, she would have done. But that was not the situation they were in and she would not pretend otherwise. Things were not the same, they never would be again and he had to understand that, had to leave and move on because she was a hopeless case.
So she exploded again, unable to do anything else with her roiling emotions while locked up like this. "I would've been locked up anyway for Christ's sake! And I'm immortal Kail; I'd have been locked up, potentially forever for all I bloody know, with some bastard in my head. For all time. So, yeah, I'm fuckin' well grateful the bastard is dead and I ain't locked up, alright?" She knew how this sounded. How she was just feeding his idea that she had been mentally manipulated yet again - which she knew, really, could very well be the case. Yet she couldn't bite the words back. "Maybe that makes me a soddin' weakling for giving in, maybe I'm a fuckin' failure, think whatever ya want. But while I ain't afraid to die, I sure as hell would rather not live forever the way I was." She blew air out between her teeth in a 'tch' sound, turning her head away from the wendigo as bitterness and fresh feelings of betrayal curdled in her gut. "Instead I get locked up by a friend, for 'my own soddin' good'. Fuckin' fantastic. What a bloody soap opera load of tosh this is."
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 6, 2018 5:32:13 GMT -6
Of course it was the goddamn agent. They never should have done it. It had proven to be one of the most stupid, reckless and needlessly cruel decisions he’d ever made, and now Kitty was paying for it. His scowl deepened, soured, and he slowly wiped his bloody palms against the side of his trousers. It should have been him who’d been caught.
He had no reply to most of what she had said. She was right, in a way - he didn’t know what it was like. It wasn’t his place to tell her what had happened to her, and what she should be feeling. He hadn’t meant it like that, and wanted to tell her so, but stayed silent and fuming in case he made it worse. Conveying his thoughts and feelings had never been a strong point for the wendigo.
His eyes flashed at her last statement, hurt, and he rushed to defend himself. “Ya think I wanted to stake my friend? To chain ya up? I fuckin’ hate this! If ya hadn't run off-” he cut himself off with a hiss - he wouldn’t start to blame her - and turned away from her, storming out of the room. The door slammed shut, the frame shuddering at the force he’d put into the movement. There was muted cursing and the sound of items clattering and smashing against each other as he rummaged through the cabin beyond for a good few minutes, leaving the vampire alone.
When he returned it was with bolt cutters in hand and a foul expression on his face. He slammed the tool down on the table and faced the redhead. Almost imperceptibly, he sighed, and then he spoke, words rough and halting.
“Ya ain’t weak, Kitty, ya never have been. I just don’t understand why ya wanna go back to him - but I’ll keep my word. I ain’t gonna hold ya captive. ” He was deeply sincere, and for the first time in the night, spoke without anger in his voice. Only with a wavering hopefulness as he went to speak again, cautiously. “It’s just that...ya don’t have to go back to him. We could leave Wathais and go somewhere he can’t find ya. Go up to Canada, or leave the country. I...can’t leave ya like this. If he catches us, just say I forced ya to come with me.”
As he looked at her, chained there and with her hair blood red against her skin, he wished, desperately, that he had just asked her the first time.
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Post by tsukikoko on Oct 12, 2018 6:56:12 GMT -6
All throughout his angry rebuttal and loud clattering, Kitty's head was raised and defiant in her irritation. Her brows creased in a frown, while a pair of sharp, white fangs were bared on display and her bright blue eyes flashed with a heated anger. The bolt cutters slammed down and she didn't flinch, her gaze never shifted from the wendigo's face as she all but dared him to actually free her.
Yet, when his tone shifted, when something that she could only describe as hopeful wanting crept into Kail's voice, Kitty found her fire dimmed. She heard his suggestion, practically a wish by the way he phrased and said it.
Her gaze fell.
Red strands of hair hid the vampire's eyes from view as she hung from the chains. It was too late now to wish things were different and to try to run away..? Even if she wanted to, Kitty didn't think it would get them anywhere other than the wendigo's death. Not only that, the fact of the matter was, she didn't want to leave Isaac, even when there was a part of her that wished desperately to go with Kail. "I can't." She said, barely audible.
Her emotions, still fresh and raw now that she had returned to herself, warred with each other, twisted and writhed as she thought about how Kail seemed unlikely to give up on her - despite how stupid and pointless that endeavour was. She despised that he had staked her, was frustrated and exasperated that he wouldn't listen, that he kept trying to help her even if she didn't want it. But at the same time, the fact he was trying so hard for her, thay he'd resorted to staking her because he didn't know what else to do, made vampire feel a turbulent mixture of emotion that she couldn't quite place all the aspects of. And she had missed him. Warm affection and disbelief warred with despair and fear. Not for herself. She feared for him, for the danger he was putting himself in, the war he could not fight but stubbornly refused to back down from.
Drip.
A droplet of blood hit the floor below Kitty's face, followed by a note of humourless, slightly manic laughter. "Get my emotions back and now look at me. Bloody sentimentality." Another two droplets hit the floor, a stark, shiny red. "For fuck's sake..." An irritated phrase, directed more at herself or no-one in particular. "Get these sodding chains off me Kail." She still wouldn't raise her head, but a rivulet of red was visible where her cheek wasn't hidden by her hair. Soon followed by another. Then another. A fresh drip of blood on the floor.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 12, 2018 14:03:47 GMT -6
Kail stood stiff and awkward as he watched the blood drip to the floor. Even her crimson hair couldn't hide her tears, stark red rivers trickling down her pale skin. The wendigo was speechless for a heartbeat, unsure of how to proceed. She'd never cried in front of him before - should he apologize, or comfort her, or pretend to not see the blood? His ears flattened, and he went with the last option, after taking a breath to say something and realizing he had absolutley no idea what to say.
The bolt cutters slid from the table, and hung at his side as he approached with silent steps. He edged around the blood, didn't look too closely at her face. Just grabbed a handful of chain, and sighed. He hoped she didn't immediately leave. If she did he wouldn't blame anyone but himself. But still, the worry was clear on his face, as all his other emotions had been throughout the evening.
“Ya don't have to stay. Just blame it all on me if you're...scared of getting caught, okay? It is my fault.” he braced his hooves, placing the blades either side of the chain, and cut them with a savage snap of the handles. The links clattered loudly to the ground, pooling like liquid at his hooves. When the last chain was severed, he stepped back cautiously. If she attacked he wouldn't run - figured he deserved it. It didn't mean he wouldn't dodge, though, and his eyes stayed locked on the vampire
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Post by tsukikoko on Oct 12, 2018 16:45:49 GMT -6
As soon as the chains were cut, Kitty shook herself free of the remaining links with an angry, borderline aggressive set of scrabbling and shoulder movements. A hiss escaped her, but she didn't lunge for the wendigo perhaps how he had feared, instead pushing her palms into her eyes and dragging them down her cheeks in an attempt to wipe the blood there. No further tears manifested, but the drying liquid wasn't easy to shift. Eventually, the vampire took hold of her shirt and used the hem of it; given it already had a hole from where Kail had staked her, what was some blood at this point?
She grumbled and snarled incoherently, presumably at herself for crying in front of the wendigo. Having made no move for the door and with her eyes covered, it appeared Kitty might stay and talk more, that a corner might have been turned.
When she did move, there was a flash of red hair and snarling white fangs, before Kitty's fist collided with the side of Kail's head. "That's for stakin' me ya bloody bellend WANKER!" She shouted at him, fury laced through her tone. Yet, despite the attack and the harshness of her words, the blow hadn't been a particularly hard one - at least nowhere near her usual strength. She chased him as he staggered, hands balled into fists, eyes blazing with ferocity.
Both hands took hold of his arms and then she pressed her forehead into his chest and leant there. Her body quivered slightly, fingers clinging almost desperately to him. "I hate you." Quiet words, quaking with the force of Kitty's emotion. She was silent for a second or two, before her hands slid off his biceps and down to rest limply on his forearms as she continued to lean into the wendigo. All the energy had suddenly drained from her, lost amongst the real, legitimate relief and happiness she felt at being with her old packmate again, despite the circumstances.
"But god I missed you."
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 13, 2018 5:10:39 GMT -6
As it turned out, he didn’t manage to dodge. He reeled at the punch, ears flat and eyes narrowed, but otherwise silent and unreactive as he halfheartedly bought his hands up to deflect any other coming blows. It had been well deserved. But he wasn’t quick enough and she grabbed his arms, and he jerked back - and then she abruptly leant her forehead against his chest, fingers clinging where she held him. The fight went out of her as quickly as it had come, and left her quiet and quivering against him.
Once again, Kail found himself at a loss for words. For the first few seconds he stood stiff and frozen, much like a feral animal would, unused to the non-aggressive contact. And then, slowly, he relaxed. The wendigo blinked at her words, let out a disbelieving, relieved exhale of a laugh. He shook his head, slightly, collecting himself.
“I missed ya too, ya little spitfire.” He managed to choke out, bringing an arm around her in a cautious half hug. And he had. He had missed her so much, and it should have been like this when they had reunited. It should have been like this, he thought, bitterly. Regretfully. Not like it had been, with the distrust and the fighting.
“I was real worried for ya.” If it hadn’t been for Kitty’s supernatural hearing, she likely wouldn’t have heard the words, whispered as they were and rough with emotion. There was another pause as he tried to get his voice under control. He hadn’t sincerely apologized to anyone for a long, long time, but for Kitty the words came easily. He meant them all.
“I shouldn’t have left ya. I’m sorry.”
He knew he sounded like a sap, and almost wanted her to shove him away and punch him again, teasing him for being so soft. To joke, like they used to. But he was happy as it was to just stand there and hold her and know she was there.
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Post by tsukikoko on Oct 13, 2018 11:49:06 GMT -6
One of Kitty's ears twitched at the wendigo's words, her tail moving in a very slow arc at the feel of his arm around her. She hadn't wanted to attack him, or hiss such deliberately hurtful words, she'd just wanted him to stop and leave. To be safer. Instead, well.. here they were. His stubborn recklessness made her chuckle slightly, unable to do anything else with the emotion at this point, given how similar it was to herself. "God I don't know how ya made it this bloody long, no sense of self-preservation."
Despite herself, Kitty moved her body a little closer, leant into the half hug so her head came to rest under Kail's chin. Dried blood still flecked stains across her cheeks, but she seemed in no danger of further tears. The level of emotion in his voice surprised her; she'd never heard Kail anything like this before. But then, they'd never been in a situation quite like this one before. When had the two of them grown to care so much? It was... dangerous, to grow so attached, led to rash decisions and self-sacrificing behaviour, as the last few hours had shown rather well. But it was nice too. To have someone care so much and so legitimately, to find herself caring about them without the use of spells or manipulation.
His apology made something inside her heart twist. The regret she heard there, she wanted to soothe, which in itself was not something the aggressively fiery redhead was used to feeling.
"Ya stupid deer..." Came the murmured response, one hand balling into a loose fist that she pushed into his arm. It was the best way she knew, with him, to make him feel better. Apologies were clearly not something he was used to and she had no intention to make him dwell there. "Ya don't get to fuckin' stake me, then be sappy. I'm supposed to be real freakin' pissed at ya." There was no heat to her words anymore, the tone was more the suggestion of an eyeroll. "Ugh. I don't know whether to kill or kiss ya. Bastard, kidnapping me. Never listen to a word I say. Worried for me, thinkin' I'm scared. Pfft, ya 'avin' a bloody laugh. Bloody hopeless." Heckling had always been a show of affection and bonding between the two of them - a back and forth that was all their own. She hoped to use it now, to get him to respond similarly, so they could forget, for just a moment, the situation they found themselves in.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 13, 2018 13:15:51 GMT -6
Despite the situation, despite everything, her heckling bought a smile to his face and he laughed again. At the soft shove, at her words. He’d missed their playful, aggressive banter, and was inwardly immensely relieved that she’d veered away from the sincere apologies and heavy emotions. It was easier this way. More natural, and he slipped back into it like they’d never been apart., resting his chin on the top of her head.
“Pfft. Kiss or kill, huh?” He pretended to mull over the options for a heartbeat. She felt very small and soft against him, even though he knew otherwise, had scrapped with her often enough to know it was the complete opposite. “Preferably neither, darlin’. But judging by how mad ya were...I’ll have to go with kiss. Corpse breath or not.” A grin curled the corners of his lips upwards, even though he knew she couldn’t see. The humor was all in his voice, anyway.
He wondered how it had come to this. They’d brawled when they first met, and now this was happening. It was never supposed to be this serious. She’d first been a hunting partner, then a friend, and now, a packmate, and of course he cared about her, he always had, but the intensity of his emotions surprised him. He had told himself he wouldn’t let himself get so soft, in case something exactly like this happened - in case she died, or left him. It wouldn’t hurt so bad, then.
He banished the somber thoughts and just cherished the familiar banter, her familiar scent, and the pure fact she was here, with him, as alive as a vampire could be.
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