Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Dec 17, 2023 5:00:23 GMT -8
"The vial? Ah, yez. That waz an experimental fertility potion I had been working on." Replied the reptilian, fiddling with the lily pad covering his nether-bits, not that there was much to conceal other than a smooth patch of scale. Barabel reproductive organs were internal after all. "I had desssigned it for the purpossse of increasssing the ewok populationz among my flock. It waz sssupposed to make them hyper-fertile, but alssso had the ssside effect of making them incredibly nauseouz. That'z why I figured it would work on the Sssea Leviathan. It already had a belly full of gungan chum, the perfect condition to promote vomiting. I think I mussst have gotten sssome in my mouth az well when I pulled out the cork ssstopper with my teeth. My own ssstomach feelz a bit..." He looked down at his belly, resting a claw on either side of it as the strangest sensation came over him, originating down in his loins. "...odd. Very unusssual."
Next he sat up and smacked his jaws, his aching glands causing salivation to spill over his crocodilian teeth and his belly to rumble.
"You know, I have the ssstrangest urge for pickled eyeballz ssslathered in peanut butter. What a bizarre, yet, ssseemingly delightful combination that would be." He looked over at Mal'ize, who was staring off into the distance with a shocked look upon her face. "Firssst time being thrown up by a Sssea Leviathan? You get usssed to it. In fact, you ssseemed quite a bit handsssy when we were being sssquished together in itz conssstricting esophaguz az the beassst vomited uz up itz throat and out of itz mouth. Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't. We both have our reputationz to consssider."
Finally the dastardly drake stood up, allowing the lily pad to complete slide off and reveal...well, nothing really but more scales. Dragus placed his claws on the sides of his hips and looked over his shoulder as a pair of strobing lights cut through the marshy swamp around them. In the air above, the AIAT/i gunship 'Bad Bantha' was coming in to land. No doubt his flockmates got worried when the gungan city had collapsed around the pair. Dragus watched as the gunship settled into the mud and the rear boarding ramp unfolded towards the ground.
"I think I'll let the Sssea Leviathan be for a while and adjussst to thiz new habitat." He leaned over and offered Mal'ize a claw, helping her back to her feet despite the echani appearing to still be in shock. "Well, we bessst get out of here, my dear. There iz plenty more work to be done and a busssy ssschedule to keep. Shall we?"
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Ren'Xing
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Post by Ren'Xing on Dec 21, 2023 18:17:18 GMT -8
"The vial? Ah, yez. That waz an experimental fertility potion I had been working on.""I had desssigned it for the purpossse of increasssing the ewok populationz among my flock. It waz sssupposed to make them hyper-fertile, but alssso had the ssside effect of making them incredibly nauseouz. That'z why I figured it would work on the Sssea Leviathan. It already had a belly full of gungan chum, the perfect condition to promote vomiting. I think I mussst have gotten sssome in my mouth az well when I pulled out the cork ssstopper with my teeth. My own ssstomach feelz a bit... "...odd. Very unusssual."""What is that? It looks like the rest, but it's different. Is it supposed to do that?" She looked over and pointed at the scale that clearly looked different from the other scales. She couldn't quite put her finger on the paradox that lay before her."You know, I have the ssstrangest urge for pickled eyeballz ssslathered in peanut butter. What a bizarre, yet, ssseemingly delightful combination that would be. Firssst time being thrown up by a Sssea Leviathan? You get usssed to it. In fact, you ssseemed quite a bit handsssy when we were being sssquished together in itz conssstricting esophaguz az the beassst vomited uz up itz throat and out of itz mouth. Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't. We both have our reputationz to consssider."
"Really? That's what you're worried about?! Our reputations?! Since when have our kind even cared what others thought? Except while dissecting them, I suppose." Deep within her, she felt her heart beginning to race for some reason. IT felt as if one beat was trying to catch the other, like a herd of wild bathas were attempting to stampede in her chest. The echani suddenly felt the waves of shock coming over her. Despite being gifted with foresight, not even she saw this one coming.
"W-what the hell?! How!? Why did I not see this coming? How did I not see this coming?!" She looked at Dragus angrily, as if they knew the answer."How is this being hidden to me from the Force?! Are you doing this?! I can't see it anymore... the future. At all! I normally see something, a glimpse of anything from ten years from now. I see nothing since we emerged from the belly of the beast."
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Dec 23, 2023 12:28:04 GMT -8
Oh, very curious. Assuming she had not simply forgotten, it would seem as though Mal'ize ability to gaze a decade ahead into the future had slipped from her grasp, as surely as the chummed gungan guts slipped from between his scaly fingers. What could be the cause of such a strange phenomena? Surely not their recent ordeal underwater, or even being swallowed by the Sea Leviathan, despite its ability to drain the life force of those in close proximity to it. The fertility potion he had utilized to make their escape? Surely not that. Though, truth be told the small sampling he had accidently imbibed was causing him to feel awfully unusual. He continued to rub his belly, which groaned beneath his scaly palm as he felt overcome by a ravenous urge to masticate and devour a mountain of raw meat with a large blue-milkshake on the side. He couldn't recall the last time he had been this hungry. It almost felt as though he was eating for more than just one, as silly as that sounded."What are you blathering on about, woman?!" He snarled, slapping the muddy ground with a wet thwack of his overlong tail. "How could I be resssponsible for thiz? You probably jussst ssswallowed sssome bad amphibian while the Sssea Leviathan waz retching uz up. I'm sssure your ability will return in time." GGGGGRRRRROOOOOOAAAAAANNNNNN!!!! Dragus looked down at his belly. "Quiet, you." He then looked back up at the angry echani across from him. "Darling, we really mussst go. If I don't get sssomething to eat sssoon I'm liable to lossse all ssself control and become absssolutely unbearable to deal with. I'll have Squeakerz take a look at you once we're back onboard the gunship. He'z certified in interspeciez Firssst Aid. I'm certain he'll determine the sssource of your current crisez." Though personally he thought her better off without her prophetic gift. Spoilers aside, he personally enjoyed nothing more than a good surprise. Without further argument, the saurian Sith began to stalk back towards the Bad Bantha's boarding ramp.
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Post by Xander Quinn on Sept 6, 2024 22:46:47 GMT -8
The Quinn Family Estate was set far out in one of the rural areas of Naboo. The home itself was a comfortably sized mansion with a number of bedrooms, offices, kitchens, and other amenities made of brick and glass. The front and back yards combined around the house and sat on about 2 hectares of land with a stone wall demarcating the edges of the property. Beyond those stone walls were several miles of farm land that all belonged to the Quinn family. The grandness of the land surrounding the Quinn Family Estate had largely isolated it from the rest of the world. As a kid this had made it difficult to make friends beyond his Sister, but as an adult it was the perfect place to go...
Night had fallen over Naboo and the triple Moons of his once home world hung high in the dark sky, providing just enough light by which Xander was able to navigate the countryside. His breathing was quickly becoming laboured as he pushed through vegetation and passed through fields doing his best to not awake or alarm the animals. His boots pounded through soft ground and gravel paths, propelling him closer and closer toward the neatly stacked and shaped walls of the Estate. In all of the Galaxy, there was no where else he could turn but back to his family home. He grunted as he launched himself up onto the wall and then over it, but he kept on running across the gardens, using the trees to block view of his approach from the House.
It had been about 8 years since he had been dragged from his bed and forced to escape in the middle of the night with his Mother. Once again it was the middle of the night, but Xander was now sneaking back in.
He clambered up the wall using lattice and vines to make it to the second floor of his family Home so that he could reach the window of his old bedroom. With a small manipulation of the Force he was able to unlock the latch and slipped in through inside. He closed the window and re-latched it before taking a moment to look around the darkened room, the curtains blocking most of the moon light from fully illuminating the space. Despite how long he had been gone, the room looked like it had not changed much at all with almost everything being where he had left it. If nothing else, it seemed like the cleaners had been maintaining it for there did not appear to be much dust.
Shaking his head, Xander pulled himself back from his reverie as he started to pull of his boots, which were followed by his over-coat, vest, and shirt. He slipped the top hat off and let it fall to the pile of clothes as he checked the dirty bandage that was hastily wrapped diagonally across his chest. He pressed a hand against it and winced at the pain as he was certain the leap over the wall had harmed more than helped his situation. But before he could address the injury a wave of exhaustion washed over him as his body finally stopped running and recognised the place of safety.
He managed to make it to the bed and shifted the covers enough to allow him to slip into their warm embrace, his arms instinctively wrapping around something... a pillow perhaps? He could not be sure, for his brain was already slipping into sleep and so he hugged the object, his face leaning forward slightly across what he was certain was a corner of the pillow before he seemed to pass out...
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Post by Ravynne Quinn on Sept 7, 2024 2:17:35 GMT -8
Ravynne had fallen into a deep sleep almost instantly out of exhaustion.
Her evening had been spent with another evening of her Father pushing her hard in the training room. For over 2 hours she had been in unrelenting full combat. Gone were the days of training weapons, and gone were the days of her training being one on one. She had spent the 2 hours in a melee with numerous opponents, often 3-4 at a time. Her father had been unrelenting, with each fall she had heard his booming voice echo throughout the room “Power, Domination!” with each moment she may have appeared to be flagging, “Power, Domination!” It had been the case of her opponents would drop to the floor and immediately the next would descend upon her. There was no more than a few seconds’ break.
By the end of the evening, every muscle in her body throbbed ached and her mind was spent. This had been her life since the day her mother and her beloved Xander had vanished. Her heart had broken that day, thanks to the vitriol her father spewed at any given opportunity, she hated her mother with a fire fuelled fury, but Xander, her mind and body ached for him each day. He had been given no choice but to flee and, despite her fathers’ objections, she would find him again one day, but first she would need to grow strong and find a way to escape her father.
For years now, she had stopped mentioning Xander to her father. He never wanted to hear his name, speak of him or allow himself to think of him, according to her father “His memory was now only a tool to fuel his power in darkness.”, he had advised Ravynne to do the same, but secretly she used her anger at her mother for taking him, the pain of losing him, her drive to find him again one day and to reunite to fuel her power in the darkness. It was this that allowed her to tolerate her father. That allowed her to persevere with his relentless training.As was often the case after a day such as today, when her mind wandered to her memories of Xander, she had taken a steam before bed, slipped into her nightwear, and had chosen to sleep in his room. Their father had left his room unchanged, he said it fuelled his anger. She had entered his room and as always, she immediately walked to his wardrobe and opened the doors and with a soft smile as the memories flooded her mind, she ran her hands along his clothing. She moved onto the framed pictures on the wall of themselves as children at play, or posing together for the photographer. The memories were as vivid as if these moments had occurred the day previous.
She then walked to his bed and, as she had done every night has during those troubled times as a child, she slipped beneath the covers and rest her head on his pillow. Quickly she fell into a deep slumber.As Xander had slipped into his bed, instinctively, Ravynne still slumbering deeply had rolled over and pulled herself into him tightly. She nestled her shoulder into his armpit and rest her head upon his arm and chest, her read hair spilling over his arm and chest she draped her free milky white arm upon his torso with her palm resting on the centre of his chest and, she lifted her leg and placed it across his legs.She led there sleeping for a few minutes before somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind was, she alerted to thought that 8 years had passed since Xander's presence in the bed yet, someone was here, in the bed with her…In a move that appeared to happen within the blink of an eye, Ravynne had leapt from the bed and retrieved one of her daggers from the belt of her trousers that were folded neatly on the blanket box as the end of the bed. She stood to the side of the bed, beside the intruder with the dagger to his throat and shook him by the shoulder…You had better wake up and give me some answers before I slit your throat!
She was angry, but the biggest over-riding feeling she was feeling was vulnerability, she had been beside this man, but she was in her nightwear and exposed. She hated that she was feeling this way which only served to fuel her anger and make it burn more furiously.
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Post by Xander Quinn on Sept 7, 2024 4:04:17 GMT -8
As Ravynne rolled into him, his right arm curled around her, with his hand coming to rest in her hair, whilst his left hand had come up to rest atop her hand upon his chest. A small smile formed on his lips as his muscles seemed to relax further feeling that familiar presence practically enveloping him...
Somewhere in his dreams it was ten years ago and he and Ravynne were out in the yard in the south west corner of the Estate. There a Perlote Tree stood solitary with branches reaching upwards and outwards towards the sky. For as long as they could both remember, this tree had stood down here and their Mother had always tended to it. But in recent months that care had ceased to exist. The two siblings stood at the base of the tree, Xander's hand gripping Ravynne's as he stared upwards into the limbs
How high up is it?
Right there...
Ravynne's free hand came up into his peripheral vision as she pointed to a tree limb high up in the canopy, but it was enough for Xander to pick out the butterfly shaped glider tangled there
I see it... Stay here!
As he let go of her hand, Ravynne seemed to hold on, not wanting to let go of her brother's hand. He turned his face back toward her and smiled and gave a thumbs up, causing his Sister to let go and blush. He shimmied up the tree, grabbing onto precariously placed hand holds until he was up amongst the limbs growing out from the trunk. He smiled and waved down at Ravynne
Almost got it!
He stood up and carefully walked out along the thickest limb, gripping onto a couple other branches to keep his balance. But as he got closer to the glider, the branches became thinner and thinner. The wind picked up, causing the leaves to rustle and the branches to sway beneath their own weight but more so under Xander. He stopped moving, holding tightly to the tree as the wind died down again. He shimmied out further and was within reach of the butterfly then, deftly working to untangle the line wrapped in the branches. But with his attention focused on the untangling operation, he had not noticed the subtle creaking sounds as the limb started to give way. As he got the glider free he shifted
I've go....
His next words were cut off as the tree branch snapped beneath him. Xander held tight to the glider as he suddenly found himself falling, his face hitting against a branch which dug into his eyebrow before he slipped free and fell through the air. Maybe Ravynne had screamed out his name, if she had he did not hear it as he dropped into the pond that was right next to the tree. He felt cold and wet envelop him as he splashed into the water. The next thing he remembered was being hauled out of the water with Ravynne bawling her eyes out of him
Dummy!
Tears fell down onto his face as he shook his head and groaned. He was definitely going to be feeling this fall for a bit
Well this dummy is fine and he has your glider...
He pushed himself up slightly into a seated position and held the glider up. Ravynne tore the glider from his hand and clutched it tightly to her chest, tears still streaming down her cheeks
You're a big dumb dumb head Xandy... I... I'm sorry... You got hurt...
He reached his right hand out and gently ruffled Ravynne's hair, trying to help console her
Hey, it's ok Ravey... You just need to keep a stronger hold on it next time. But even if you don't, I'll always be there to help get it back. I promise...
The glider had been tossed aside then and Ravynne tackled Xander to the ground, hugging him tightly and crying into his chest as he let out a laugh as he wrapped his arms around his Sister...
The world seemed to slip away around 11 year old Xander and 21 year old Xander felt as if he was afloat in an empty darkness. His whole body felt hot as his left hand tensed on his chest, feeling the bandage wrapped there. But amongst the heat, he felt a line of cold metal press up against his throat. He could hear a female voice, demanding he woke up right now. It sounded so... familiar. He fought against the exhaustion that had dragged him beneath the waves of sleep. His eyes flickered open to a dark room... His own bedroom. For a moment his sleep addled brain struggled to process what was going on and started crossing lines with the memory of that night 8 years ago. His blue and purple gaze searched the darkness before finding the face of the person holding the knife to his throat
Mother... No...
He shook his head, trying to clear the sleep from his brain and groaning as the ache within his chest made itself known. The stab of pain brought some clarity as he examined the red hair, green eyes and black nightwear of the woman standing over him
Ravynne...?
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Post by Ravynne Quinn on Sept 7, 2024 5:00:22 GMT -8
She was unsure quite as to why, but this intruder appeared familiar in some way. In the His features were dulled by the darkness of the room leaving her puzzling over his identity, her mind now working hard as to work out who he was…
Hearing his voice, ger grip on the blade that was held to his neck loosened. She knew the voice, but the difference in the depth made it impossible for her to place, but something about it lessened the anxiety and anger she was feeling, but why she did not know.
In a firm tone, she spoke aloud…
Lights.
And instantly the room filled with a warm glow that illuminated the features of the man before her. As he opened his eyes her jaw fell opening her mouth that released a soft gasp. She saw it then, the scar upon his eyebrow, the blue and purple eyes and the familiar, be it aged features and as he spoke her name, she knew…
The knife fell to the floor and Ravynne found herself leaping at the bed on top of him, sitting astride him she led her torso down upon his and buried her head in his neck.
It felt as if her heart was bursting inside her chest and, at any moment it would burst free of its confines. She lifted herself up to look at him, kissing him firmly on the lips before sitting herself up, the tips of her fingers on her right hand gently brushed over the scared eyebrow as her green eyes widened as she steadied herself with her left palm resting upon her chest, drinking in the sight of him but not a sound other than her shocked breaths escaped her.
She leant forward hugging him once more, again nestling into his neck as she hair fell about her, she drank in his scent and whispered into his neck…
I remember the day you got that scar, Xander Quinn.
As she sat up once more, she had opened her mouth to ask him a flurry of questions that were encircling her mind such as how? Why? Where? When she noticed the bloody clothes upon the floor, with a shocked look she pulled back the bedding and noticed the blood-soaked bandage upon his chest. She jumped off the bed and ran into the en-suite bathroom where she had a small medical kit. She had become quite adapt at treating and dressing wounds, she had needed to as in her years of training, her father had instructed his men to not be gentle in their attacks upon her, and she had learned the difficult and painful way of how to fight.
She returned from the en-suite and sat on the edge of the bed…
This is going to hurt, but you will need to be quiet, I need to think how I am going to tell Father you are here. Tell me now, what happened to you? Why are you here? Where is the bitch that took you from me?
Pulling her hair back over her shoulders, Ravynne then began to remove the old dressing and clean his wound before she set about checking the depth of the wound and knitting the flesh together. She was as gentle as she could possibly be.
As she sat there tending to his wound, she tried to shake the shock of him being here. Her big brother was here, back in their home, back in his bed and in her life once more. She was finding it all so difficult to comprehend. She found her eyes drifting from his chest to his face, staring at him, studying his now adult features as if reminding herself that this was not a dream. He was here, her Xander was here. She had him back and, she was never going to let him go again. She would do anything to ensure he was never taken from her again, by anyone or anything. He was hers.
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Post by Xander Quinn on Sept 7, 2024 7:36:03 GMT -8
As the lights came on, he brought his hand up to shield his eyes from the sudden harshness of an illuminated room, being that he'd been acclimated to the low light of outside. It took a moment as he squinted through half shut eyes before he was able to see clearly enough and confirm that the woman currently pressing a blade to his neck was his Sister. Before he could react, Ravynne had dropped the knife and launched herself astride him in the bed, earning a suppressed groan from Xander. He found it difficult to focus properly as Ravynne sat astride him, her nightwear riding dangerously up. But his focus was soon stolen by the kiss and the touch of her hand across the scar he had just been dreaming about the origin of.
His arms reached up and wrapped around Ravynne as she laid down against him again, her own scent filling his senses and the soft whisper of her voice sending a strange tingle down the length of his spine. It was intoxicating being so close to her after all these years apart, his heart pining to be near her once again. He managed to organise his thoughts enough to whisper back
I can remember it like it was yesterday...
She'd barely pulled away from the embrace when she discovered the clothes and bandaged injury. Part of him just wanted to stop her and indulge in this moment a bit longer, but there was no stopping Ravynne as she took off to the en-suite. He had managed to push himself up into a seated position and the daze of sleep was starting to wear off, but it still felt difficult to focus.
This all still felt so surreal to him, being back here in his old bedroom as an adult and half dressed, whilst his Sister sat on the edge of his bed in nightwear that was so... very distracting. Gods she had grown up in the last eight years. They both had, certainly. But this was not what he had ever expected. She was stunning and the... dress, for he was not sure what else to call it, accented her figure.
He had to swallow hard as he tore his focus away from Ravynne and all that had... matured about her as she turned to removing the bandages he had hastily gotten together. The cut across his chest ran from his left shoulder and down to his right hip, it was a shallow cut maybe a few millimetres deep and seared. He did his best to sit still as Ravynne worked away. It was a good chance she would also notice some of the cut had gotten infected, which had raised his temperature and was starting to cause him to sweat a little
Careful Sister... He fought back a groan as she started to stitch the flesh back together It's a bit of a long story, but I got onto the wrong end of a lightsaber... I've been on the run ever since, haven't had much time to really... Look after myself... He put on a brave but foolish smile for her, but it soon disappeared
He grabbed hold of her wrists then, and pulled Ravynne in close. She wasn't done stitching him up yet but he felt an overwhelming need to hold her and pull her close, his face pressing down into that familiar red mess of hair. His whole body started to shake as he came to the final question she had asked
She's dead Ravynne... The Jedi think I killed her, but... it wasn't me, so I ran back here... back to find you... You're all that I've got left...
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Post by Ravynne Quinn on Sept 7, 2024 12:09:22 GMT -8
His grasp of his wrists startled her. Due to the upbringing, she had been forced to endure since her mother had taken Xander and left her with her father, she was not used to contact that was not initiated by her, unless it was in the training room. Her father was certainly not one to touch her in anyway. There were no hugs, no pats on the back or the shoulder. In fact, the only time he ever saw her was during their work and during her training. He was cold and he was brutal. This meant that when Xander had grasped her wrists, she flinched and felt her muscles, momentarily stiffen in response. It was not a reaction she had expected to have regarding the touch of her brother.
Very quickly she forced herself to relax, and it was something she had forced herself to do, her initial physical contact with him had not only been initiated by her, but it had also been instinctual. It was the reaction she would have had when they were children, but now, 8 years had passed, and he was man. They did not know each other really.
It was this chain of thought that had led Ravynne to begin to wonder how he would accept her as the woman she had become. Thanks to the upbringing from her father, she nothing like the child she had been. The child Ravynne had been carefree, full of love, affection, caring and full of wonder of the world, she was fun and innocent, now, as an adult, not one of those traits remained. She was now just full of anger and hate.
She tried to relax into the hug, she felt his need for that closeness, the familiarity, and the comfort that they once provided each other instinctively, but her body refused to relax fully, fully as one does when they feel safe.
She felt his body shake and she began to stroke his hair, just as she had done as a child. This action shocked her, she had not even thought to do it, but clearly somewhere deep in the recess of her mind she just knew what to do and then she heard his words.
As soon as he had said she was dead, she smiled, she was relieved. She hated her, just the very thought of her filled her with unbridled rage. She slowly and quietly filled her lungs and then, just as slowly and quietly, released breath. She did this repeatedly until the rage began to slowly subside enough to allow her mind to think clearly. Clearly this was not the reaction Xander would want to see. Then something he said sunk in…
Ravynne pulled herself back and looked into his eyes as she pushed him gently to resting against the headboard of the bed…
The Jedi? Controlling her expression and tone, just as her father had taught her, she gave no impression of anger or mistrust, such manipulation had become second nature to her now so much so, she had not even realised she was doing it anymore. Her expression was puzzled, yet still portrayed a softness, that of a gentle concern and puzzlement. The echoes of her father’s words sounded in her memory from the times she would ask for them to go and find Xander, “ We cannot risk it for we do not know the man he has become Ravvy, he cannot be trusted”.…What have the Jedi to do with anything? Are you telling me that was where Mother took you? You both became Jedi? again she set about tending to his wound… I need to know everything that happened Xander. Please? I am going to give you a shot of antibiotics, you are developing an infection.
Her fingers deftly moved about finishing the knitting of the wound after debriding the infected tissue. As a child, she had helped her mother many times dress her brother’s wounds, both as children were adventurous and often roamed the expansive gardens, they re-enacted duels of their heroes, they jumped over brooks, playing sports against one another. This often resulted in grazes, cuts, and bumps. But unlike when she was a child, her gaze drifted over the matured body of her brother. As a child he had been almost wiry as he was so slender, but as a man, he had filled out and was very toned. Her gaze lingered upon his chest away from the wound for a moment before she continued her task. Before she dressed it, she administered some antiseptic to the wound and dressed it expertly before removing a vial from the medical kit. Slowly she tipped the bottle from side to side so as not to create air bubbles within it and then took a sterile syringe from the bag and filled it with some of the contents from the bottle…
Placing it on the sideboard, she got up and began to clean away the soiled dressings and cleaning agents.
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Post by Xander Quinn on Sept 7, 2024 22:29:47 GMT -8
If he was completely honest, Xander had not much considered the passage of time and what effects it may have had upon them beyond the physical. Emotionally, right now, he had just needed it to be 8 years ago with just him and Ravynne together clutching onto one another for support. It was something he'd not had in years, his Mother having grown somewhat distant after she had stolen him away in the middle of the night. He wasn't sure why she had chosen him over Ravynne, perhaps she figured he would have suffered more under their Father when she left. After the way he had stood up to the man the day before they left, he would undoubtedly have held a terrible grudge. But what of Ravynne? He had promised to protect his Sister and their Mother had denied him the ability to do that.
As he felt her hand stroke through his hair, he stopped shaking and began to sense how tense she was. He couldn't help but begin to suddenly wonder just what had happened to her over the last 8 years under their Father's iron fist. What terrible fate had their Mother cursed her to by choosing to take only him instead of her or them both...
He soon found himself being pushed away from Ravynne and back against the headboard. He didn't try to resist and instead just let himself fall back as she tried to get some personal space back. He realised then that he perhaps had said something he should not have... revealed too much detail. But the mistake was made and she was quick to work questioning him about it. Her expression may have been masked, but he could feel the pain and accusation in her voice. Not that it was without cause. He let her go about her work then, stifling the groans as she kept stitching wound closed and removed the infected tissue.
As her gaze passed over his body, Ravynne would note that the scar across his chest was not the only one. There were a number of nicks that had been from their childhood and several new ones from his time away. His right tricep featured a set of three scars parallel to one another clearly from an animal. There was a cross cut just above where his heart was, which had been cut through by the new wound she was currently stitching up. But what remained unmarred was the raven tattoo that occupied the top corner of his right pectoral
I guess Father never told you... They were both Jedi once, but they left the Order not long after they met. But they still kept to the ways, sticking to the Light and doing what was right until... Well, you remember how he turned. But when she took me that night, she took me to the Sky Temple of Karsol on Sakuub where a small remnant of Jedi had taken refuge. She became a Jedi once more and me... well... His right hand came up to where his tattoo was I could never let you go... I think she was about ready to kill me when she found I had gotten this. Probably wished she had taken you instead... I tried to come back Ravynne. I wanted to come back for you, but... She stopped me at every turn. It was no secret how I felt about her and I did not make life easy for her. What happened to her though... He slammed his fist into the bed as his head fell backward against the headboard What she did was not worth of that and now... Now she is at peace. At least alive she had to endure her choices...
He forced his head back forward and watched as Ravynne got to work cleaning up the mess, whilst glancing toward the syringe of antibiotics. Did he really deserve her help after everything that had happened? After having failed time and again to get back and save her? He'd already failed the promise he had made her years ago. He turned his focus back to Ravynne on the far side of the room as she was disposing of the waste
Are you certain you want to help me Sister? As you yourself said, you'll need to figure out how to tell Father I'm back... And I don't suspect he will be pleased that I am alive, right?
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Post by Ravynne Quinn on Sept 8, 2024 3:47:41 GMT -8
Whilst listening to him speak, Ravynne continued clearing away the items she had used to clean and treat his wound, her movements slow and automatic for her mind was searching in the deepest recesses trying to find a memory of her father informing her of her parent’s former allegiance to the Jedi. Yet, no matter how deeply she searched, there was no memory of this. She had never known. The revelation of her father omittance was not one of surprise, he never spoke to her about any subject of the life of her parents, nor the life before her mother and Xander had left. In fact, he only ever spoke of matters of business or training. There was indeed no personal connection between them both. They were strangers with a blood connection, nothing more.
Once all the evidence of her treatments had been disposed of, she had taken the syringe containing the anti-biotics and had sat beside him on the bed once more and gazed silently at the tattoo. Her chest lurched as if her heart was pulling forward toward his and met his gaze.
Her mind suddenly had become host to a raging battle. There was the child’s mind of Ravvy feeling the pull and safety of her brother, she wanted to feel the comfort and protection that he had always provided her. She was feeling the love and affection that had she had grown up feeling but had been absent for the past 8 years after having it torn from her in the middle of the night, but the opposing force was her father’s influence. His reminder of she would no longer her brother for his was now a man whose development and personality had been corrupted by his mother. That he was no longer the safe person that she had once known. The child’s memories of him wanted to trust him, but her adult memory would not allow it.
She took his arm and lifted it as she turned it exposing the prominent vein in the crease of his elbow, and then inserted the needle and pushed the contents of the syringe into him, as she did so, she spoke quietly, maybe the war inside her mind would be clear him, for as a child he had been the only one who was able to see if she had been wrestling with any form of anguish, maybe as an adult and the gulf their absence from one another had created, had prevented him from being able to see into her soul as he once had, her eyes remained on the syringe…
You are right, He will not be pleased you are back, or alive. I will not lie, any remnants of the father you knew are long gone never to return. I will work a way to let him know, but not yet…removing the syringe from his arm, she pushed a small cotton pad onto the injection site and pushed firmly, still she refused to meet his gaze...I have never stopped trying to convince him to come and find you… …Purposefully she was avoiding any mention of her mother…but he would not hear of it. I have often feared what he would do to you if we had. So yes, I do want to help you.
She placed her hand on the hem of her slip on her right thigh, turning herself on the edge of her bed to have right side face him, and grasped it, she seemed to waver as if battling some question in her mind and then lifted, looking down at the top of her thigh as it became as exposed…he doesn’t know about this, he would have removed himself had he known…when she stopped lifting the hem of her slip Xander would see a tattoo of the glider he had rescued from the tree for her, placed upon the hip, after a few seconds, she pulled the slip back down…I am sorry for all you have endured.
This, for the first time since the shock and elation of finding Xander once again, that her words had been full of sincerity and sorrow.
Father wakes at sunrise, he will be in his study soon with his breakfast. I will go and tell him then. I will need you to stay here as I speak with him, lock the door behind me as I leave. Please, if you hear any commotion outside the door, I will need you to leave and wait for me by our tree... Her voice was now an urgent plea, her gaze was now upon him staring at him intensely…I need you to promise me you will do this.
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Post by Xander Quinn on Sept 8, 2024 23:37:54 GMT -8
He remained seated back against the headboard, letting Ravynne take his arm and turn it over. He offered no resistance but trusted her wholeheartedly. For all he knew, she could be about to inject some poison to kill him, or she could just inject a small air bubble which would cause him a heart attack.
What ever she had chosen to do, it was of no concern right now as he forced his fever addled brain which had been out of practice to focus. His Sister was right, there had been a time that he had read her as easily as he did the words on the pages of a book. But time, sickness and the desperation of escape had dulled such skills and he had missed the key subtle hints of what she was feeling. He took a moment to reconsider the stiffness of when he held her and the joy that had gone from her face. But most telling of all was how she avoided his gaze. It was something she had done as a child as well
He felt the rush of drugs enter his elbow and flow outward for a bit before the concentration became thinner as it mixed with his blood and circulated around his body. He pressed his fingers atop the small cotton pad, brushing her fingers and pushing them aside
To learn of their Father's plunge further into madness was unsurprising in the least. Something had happened all those years ago to twist the loving man he once knew into the monster he had started to become. But despite his turn, it seemed he and their mother had shared something in common: a deep seated desire of not wanting to see the other again. However, Their Father had a much more fatal response in mind. Truth be told, although she had never voiced as much, their Mother likely would have tried to kill Ravynne and her ex-husband.
His gaze then was focused upon the movement of his Sisters hand as she shifted herself on the bed and gripped the hem of her slip. His gaze followed her hand as the cloth shifted further and further upwards until it revealed the butterfly glider tattoo. Sitting so tempestuously there before him and exposing more of the woman that had filled and tormented his thoughts. His left hand reached forward a little, before he stopped himself an action which was helped as she covered the tattoo once again.
But even covered up, the brief glimpse had already had its affect upon him. The fact she had and still kept that tattoo meant that she still cared for him just as he did for her. The fight to get through to her was not yet lost, even if she was still struggling with it
He kept his hand pressed upon the cotton square as his gaze travelled up across Ravynne's form and met her gaze as she finally looked up at him. A look of concern crossed his features as this time he let his left hand raise up and offered his palm for his Sister to press into should she choose
I am the one who is sorry, what I've been through... It is nothing, I suspect, compared to what you have been forced to endure at his hands. It should have been you or both of us that she stole away into the night... Are you certain you wish to tell him of my return so soon? Look, if you must, do not mention other Mother's death to him, see how he reacts and if he mentions anything. If you agree to that, then I promise I will do as you have asked, even if I hate the idea of having to run away and fail you again sweet Sister...
True enough she had earned his ire, but he needed to know if their Father had been behind her death or not. While he was not entirely sure of what he would do with that information, he needed to at least know first
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Post by Ravynne Quinn on Sept 9, 2024 5:01:03 GMT -8
Her gaze was focused upon Xander as she allowed his words to penetrate her thoughts, and was surprised to find his belief was echoing her own, she firmly believed that her father had found where Xander and her mother were ensconced and had had made an attempt on their life, clearly only being successful in the death of her mother. Whether he would be honest and reveal the truth to her when presented with the facts, she could not be sure. He was honest to point of cruelty, however he was also manipulative and deceptive when he had something to gain from doing so. There was only one thing she was positive about when it came to her father, he was unpredictable. There were times when Ravynne had expected to receive the full force of his ire, and had received indifference, but there had also been times when she had been on the receiving end of his wrath for no conceivable reason. Whether this had been purposeful or was just how he was, she would never know. She did not know her father anymore, and she was positive this had been his plan since the night they had left.
Ravynne looked at Xanders hand, understanding what he was offering her, before she could realise her instinct, or form a reaction, she had heard the footsteps outside of the room and the whoosh of the door opening. She turned as she began to hear her fathers voice saying her name and as the door pulled back, she saw him stood staring at the herself and her brother, his son, on the bed.
Her father made no sound, nor any sudden movement, the only physical reaction to the scene was a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth. Ravynne knew that smile and knew what it meant. She stood from the bed and walked before her father…
Wait! Stop! He has just arrived. Please just give him a chance to sp…
Before she could finish her fathers, arm was stretched out toward her, and she was lifted from the floor leaving her hanging mid air as the invisible force constricted her throat. Instinctively her hands lifted trying to free the pressure to allow her body to take a breath.
Her father looked from Ravynne to Xander and with a chilling calmness in his voice he spoke to his son…
Well, look who has decided to return home. It is a pleasure to see you my son, how is your mother? I should have known this one…his gaze moved back to Ravynne as he looked her up and down and shook his head…would not report your change in accommodations to me. Ravvy, have I not taught you well enough? And with a flick of his hand Ravynne flew across the room before slamming into the wall with a loud resounding thud that echoed throughout the room and crumpled to the floor.
As she was still air bound, her father had turned his gaze back to Xander to continue…
So Xander…at this moment his father slipped left hand to his belt on the same side and made a grasping motion…when did you arrive?
As this began, Ravynne had taken a deep breath and was bringing herself to her feet. Her left shoulder and hip were screaming in pain, but this was not a feeling she was unaccompanied to feeling. This was a standard day in the training room. She saw where his hand was moving to and felt anger and shock…
Father, no! as her right hand shot forward to extend the force in an attempt to send him careering across the room…
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Post by Xander Quinn on Sept 10, 2024 23:13:24 GMT -8
Just a moment longer... a second or two even and he might have have managed to reach out and held her face in his hand. But Fate, the Galaxy, or just his Luck had a much different idea of the course of events. For just as he was certain Ravynne was about to lean in, the sound of their Father approaching came from the hallwayIt was too late for him to try and scrabble away and hide by the time they heard the booming voice of their Father calling out to Ravynne. As the door swung open, Xander turned his focus toward the shell of the man that he had once been proud to call FatherLord Quinn stood a few inches taller than Xander at five foot eleven. His hair and beard, of brown streaked with silver colour, were both neatly trimmed and brushed, whilst his clothes were a combination of cloth, leather and armour-weave. Embellishments of gold reminded anyone of the power and money that he came from. His eyes blazed the red streaked yellow of those corrupted by the Dark Side of the Force. Something he likely covered with contact lenses when leaving the House for official business. But here, in his own domain, the man had nothing to hide or cover upHe watched helplessly as Ravynne was already pushing herself to her feet and trying to plead on his behalf. But as Xander feared, the man could not be reasoned with and had already gripped Ravynne with the Force. It was like they were 11 and 13 years old all over again, rushing through the house and playing together only to have their time interrupted by their Father's rage. But unlike when he and Ravynne had been children, Xander was no longer helpless. He certainly was far from being healed and at full strength and there was every chance that were it just him alone, Xander would not have been any match. But he wasn't alone. He had someone that his Father did not...
Ravynne.
As his Sister launched a wave of Force Energy at their Father, Xander twisted and launched himself from the bed. Pain tore through his chest as he felt more than a couple stitches that his sister had just put in moments ago tear open. But his focus was not upon the injury he had re-opened but doing what he had promised and protecting Ravynne. As he twisted, his left hand had been extended out toward where his pile of clothes had been dropped on the floor. A small object twitched and then sent his jacket flying as it launched itself through the air and into his out stretched palm. His fingers wrapping around the leather wrapped hilt which he brought around in a wide arc as he crashed into their Father, further pressing the man against the wall. The golder crossguard saber snapped to life as Xander pressed it tantalising close to the older man's neck, the plasma blades sizzling as they cut into the wallEnough! We are not children any more Father and I am no longer defenceless against you! Touch her again and I will remove your head!His right hand gripped the collar of their Father's clothes and used the leverage to keep him pressed back in place, even as he sensed the man wanting to reach for a weaponGo ahead... try it, think you're fast enough that I won't press this blade into you? Now apologise and we'll talk... Or don't and the House of Quinn will suddenly find itself with a new Mistress at its head...
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Post by Ravynne Quinn on Sept 11, 2024 4:11:46 GMT -8
Her fears were playing out before her eyes, they were going to kill each other, and she would be left alone. Her shock at Xanders instinctive protectiveness of her was pulling at her, it made her chest tight, and her breath catch in her throat. It there was ever a sign that he was still who she had known him to be, this was it. She felt stunned, but she also felt conflicted. It was during this moment, as he was warning her father, and she knew it was a warning, not a threat, that was clear in his eyes and his voice, that she realised that although she did not like her father, nor trusted him that, despite the way he had treated her over the past 8 years, there was an element of love still remaining for him. This revelation left her mind reeling.
Meanwhile, her fathers face had twisted into a smile of amusement as he glared in a challenging manner into the eyes of Xander before speaking in an overtly confident tone…
Look at this big strong Jedi here. What an impressive specimen, what do you think Ravvy? …His gaze never left Xanders…Xander, my son, do you really think that Ravvy here will allow you to try and hurt me? You see, she is no longer your little sister. She has changed, just as you have… his smile changed then, Ravynne understood immediately what was to come, she knew in that moment she had known where her mother and Xander had been all along, and she knew he was the reason that Xander had fled here this night, his tone became dark and sinister as his eyes darkened…You have become your mother, how is my darling wife, well? Ravvy, get this boy off me, we have matters to attend to…
Ravynne moved to Xanders side and looked at her father with nothing but contempt, her words were spitting like venom…
You knew where they were, didn’t you? You are the reason he was almost killed. You tried to kill my brother, your son? We could have bought him back all those years ago but you left him there? You are on your own, father!
Ravynne placed closed the gap between herself and Xander and placed her left hand upon his shoulder and leant her head close to his ear and softly spoke…
Do as you wish my beloved brother, I will not stand in your way.
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Post by Xander Quinn on Sept 11, 2024 23:27:21 GMT -8
Just as his Father's gaze never left his, Xander did not buckle before the challenge presented by the man. He kept pushing on through the pain as blood started to very slowly seep into the bandages again. Thankfully it would take it some time to begin to show and for his Father to notice the weakened state he was in right now. His grip remained tightly upon Lord Quinn's collar and the blade did not waver from its position across his neck
If ever there existed a moment that he could not risk doubting his Sister and the bond they shared, now was that moment. Eight years had passed by for both of them and they had lived very different lives in that time. But there was one thing that had bound them over the years: their love for one another. The marks upon their flesh reminding them of the other spoke a vow that could not be broken simply for the sake of a verbal oath given to either of their parents or anyone else for that matter. He trusted Ravynne to have his back, just as he hoped she trusted him to protect her like he had promised.
He stayed strong and confident, even as he heard and felt his Sister's presence approaching from behind him and stopping at his side. If she did betray him, he was not going to turn around toward her and doubt her loyalty, for that might be the one action which guaranteed it. Even as their Father grew more confident in his success and the loyalty of his Daughter, Ravynne spoke up and denounced him. Xander would be lying if he had said a bead of sweat had not run down his back as he tensed up in preparation. But to be honest if anyone was going to take his life, he would have preferred it be her. As he felt her hand upon his shoulder, a part of him felt a mixture of relief and renewed energy, before a shiver ran down his spine as she all but whispered into his ear.
Despite the intensity of this moment right now, he swallowed hard as he tried to keep his thoughts focused away from his Sister clad in nought but her black lace slip leaning in and whispering into his ear. Nothing he had ever wanted or imagined over the years could have compared to living this moment right now. Everything was so tentatively close and within his grasp and this final moment was all that stood between the nightmare both of their lives had became and the future of what could be between them.
Xander managed a confident smirk as the confidence within their Father's features seemed to falter and twisted into a disgusted look of betrayal
Father, your confidence has betrayed you and caused you to overplay your hand... I had hoped that maybe I was wrong, that perhaps that change in you had just been some phase or something benign... But no. It was who and what you had become! You let the darkness take hold and let your craving for power and strength drive you mad!
You're little more than a foolish child! Your head filled and poisoned by the Jedi...
Xander shifted his weight, pulling his father away from the wall before slamming him back against it, the golden blade remaining inches away from skin
Perhaps... But you let your mind be twisted by something far worse! You thought that you had bent and broken Ravvy, my sweet sister... You thought she was yours, that she had submitted... But Father, that is where you are wrong... Eight years you've harmed Ravvy, but now she's mine!
He pressed the blade forward, the plasma cutting further into the wall and sizzling skin as it make contact. Their father seemed to finally break a sweat as he realised that Ravynne was not going to save him. His gaze fell to the blade, watching it get closer
Yours?! What nonsense! She is my puppet! I RAISED HER! EVEN WHEN THAT MEWLING QUIM RAN OFF WITH YOU! I WAS THE ONE WHO LOOKED AFTER HER!
And then you had her killed! You knew all this time where we were and instead you plotted revenge!
Xander took a breath and tempered his anger at the man that had been the source of so much hurt and pain
I must thank you Father... For all the pain and torment you inflicted, you finally freed me from our Mother... And now I shall free Ravynne from you.
Xander, my son... be reasonable... You're a Jedi, you wouldn't kill an unarmed opponent would you? What would they think?
I should have done more to stop you back then, but I will not make the same mistake twice Father... Besides, we both no you are never unarmed!
His Father had been steadily and slowly moving one of his hands down toward the knife sheathed in his belt. But as he realized Xander was not merely warning him any more, he hastened his movements to try one last time to save his own life or at least take his bastard of a son with him. Xander felt the movement and felt no further conflict or restraint holding him back as he slammed his fist forward, the golden saber blade crackling and hissing as it sliced through flesh, bone, and viscera to remove the man's head from his body. The knife that had just been about to puncture his side clattered to the ground. Xander let go of the collar, his Father's body collapsing at the same time as Xander's lightsaber extinguished.
It was done.
Their Father was dead, their mother was dead. All that remained was him and Ravynne. Two Siblings whom could only rely on one another.
He finally turned his face away from the wall towards Ravynne as he felt the last few moments trying to catch up with him. This time, he reached out his hand, brushing it through her red locks of hair and cupped her cheek
Ravvy...
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Post by Ravynne Quinn on Sept 12, 2024 3:21:08 GMT -8
In this moment, though her exterior appeared cool and malevolent, the fury toward her father burned ferociously within the pit of her stomach. Her chest felt constricted due to intense anger of her emotions causing her hands to subconsciously curl into fists.
As Xander vented all his frustrations upon their father, her face contorted in a smile that conveyed to her father the sadistic pleasure she was feeling over his newfound predicament. This had always been his biggest flaw, one that she had had pointed out to him on many an occasion, was his ego would not allow him to see. He always viewed himself as having the ultimate power, power of all beneath him but never would his ego allow him to view how tenuous this was, so when he was eventually betrayed it always came as such a shock that he was incredulous. Well now he was receiving his ultimate and final lesson, and it was being managed beautifully by those who deserved it the most, his children. This feeling was no like no other she had ever experienced. It was a thrill like no other. She could feel the endorphins pumping through her system as if she had just been administered a highly potent amphetamine.
She was salivating to the point of needing to gulp, her breaths had become more rapid and shallow causing her chest to heave, her skin was now covered in tiny beads of sweat causing it to glisten beneath the light, and she was trembling with the excitement of the moment. This was only increased as Xander pulled him from the wall and slammed his back against it. Her cheeks and chest flushed red as she watched on with glee.
Without her realising, there was a change happening within her mind. The display of her dearest brother protecting her in such a way, despite the pain he was feeling because of his injury, was crumbling the wall of mistrust and doubt that her father had built up over the years. With that wall crumbling, the trust and devotion she had always felt as a child was beginning to trickle back over the remains and with that, came the pride, the love and pure trust. For now, as she stood watching him and her father, she was noticing without that distrust the man he had become. She was feeling that pull that she had grown into a child, toward him once more, only now it was laced with the feelings that only come with physical maturity. Her eyes were tracing the lines of his defined muscles, and when she saw the bead of sweat run down his spine, she swallowed hard and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
Eight years you've harmed Ravvy, but now she's mine!
Without control, a gasp left her lips, and she looked at him intensely then as she studied the expression upon his face with aww. She was reminded of that feeling of safety, of comfort and ability to be fully vulnerable that she had always felt as a child, she had always viewed her brother a hero, but now that feeling was intensified beyond anything she had known previously, and it was pulling her to him. She was craving the physical safety that he used to provide her as a child. She wanted him to scoop her up and wrap himself around her and make her feel what she used to feel, but things were different now, they were grown and those feelings from their childhood had changed, they had now morphed and developed. Now not only her mind was craving that feeling, but her body was feeling that craving also.
The feeling she had as Xander spat the venom at her venom, stating that he was feeing her was carnal, the trembling of her body as she watched her fathers body fall to the floor intensified. It was this final act, him calling her by the name Ravvy, that was to allow her to mind the freedom to not think, to not question and to just exist in the moment.
She looked down at her father’s body upon the floor and felt a freedom she had not felt since the days of her childhood before her father began to change into the man, he was only moments ago. She now had no restrictions, no apprehension, and no more anger toward him, it had evaporated the moment the life left his eyes.
As Xander brushed her hair and cupped her face, she wrapped her arms around him, pushing herself into him and pressed her lips against his with a deep longing and hunger.
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Post by Xander Quinn on Sept 17, 2024 22:29:52 GMT -8
His focus had been so set upon their Father, that he had hardly noticed Ravynne's reactions to any of it. Which was perhaps a good thing given the sadistic pleasure she'd been enjoying at their Father's stammering expense. Instead, all he noticed of her reaction was the sheen of sweat that covered her entire as he cradled her cheek and the way she trembled as he looked at her and called her name. He could feel the pain from the popped stitches starting to seep back in, but all of a suddenly his mind went blank
He felt her arms wrap around him and the sudden motion as Ravynne pushed herself into him. Then the warmth and softness of her lips upon his own with a deep longing and hunger. A feeling he reciprocated in that moment as the flame that had been smouldering in the pit of his stomach turned into a blazing inferno
His hand upon her cheek remained there, whilst his other hand let go of his saber hilt and grabbed Raynne by the hip pulling her in closer. He lost himself in that moment to the longing he had felt for over all the years as he'd grown from a boy into a man. Everything he had done, he had done to protect her because the simple truth was: he loved Ravynne. And now he was able to express all of those emotions as he spun them around and pressed his Sister into the wall.
His mind was overcome by passion, desire, want, need...
Xander held Ravynne tightly in his arms as he fell down onto the bed, his back pressing against the headboard as sweat covered his exposed torso and he took several deep breaths. The first light was starting to peak over the horizon and fill the room with a blaze of light from the gap in the curtains. Xander grabbed the bedsheet and pulled it up and covered her exposed form with it as he smiled and the pain started to lace across his chest again
The memories of passion and ecstasy were still fresh in his mind. Things that he had longed to do to her and with her had finally happened. He had made her his, and she had made him hers. Such pent up frustration had found some release, but yet... not all of it
He let out a groan as he felt the pain from his wound starting anew and the bandages started to show several spots where blood was seeping through
It seems I may have ruined some of your neat knitting work Ravvy...
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Post by Ravynne Quinn on Sept 18, 2024 4:26:25 GMT -8
Such was the changed personality of Ravvy, as result over her upbringing over the past 8 years, her mind switched off all emotion. She had felt vulnerable and exposed only moments before as, as if in shock, her mind shut down to protect itself from harm.
All that took place within these walls now, for Ravvy had become nothing more than allowing herself to indulge and satisfy her primal urges.
The events of the night had built a fire within her, the fuel being the freedom that the death of her father had given her combined with the adrenaline that the events that had taken place since the arrival of her beloved brother had infused within her very being. It was a heady cocktail that had created the need for a release.
Full of hunger and need, as Xander spun her against the wall, she wrapped both of her arms around his neck and grasped a hand full of hair in both hands, and then wrapped her legs around his waist with a desire to consume him.
The light of the room created a sparkle upon Ravvys skin, as if covered in glitter as the light bounced of every minute bead of sweat that nestled in the pores of her skin. The air of the room was thick and warm, and the smell of their father’s blood was beginning to fill the air, but still she lay there wrapped around Xander. The adrenaline in her system was now spent and her muscles began to relax, with her head on his chest she lay there listening to his heartbeat against the walls of his chest and quickly, her heart began to match its rhythm.
The groan of his snapped her from this moment of peace and relaxation, the arm she had been laying upon pushed her torso from the bed allowing her to look at him as she indicated the problems with his wound. Pulling back the bedsheet, she observed the spots of blood upon the dressing and jumped from the bed and ran to retrieve the med kit. Sitting herself on the side of the bed once more, feeling no discomfort in her lack of attire, Ravvy removed his dressings and immediately witnessed the aftermath of his movements when taking on her father…
You have destroyed some of my best work. That is eight stitches you have ripped out, you need to more careful. No more leaping to my defence until you are fully healed.
Though her tone appeared firm and cold, there was a dark hidden humour lingering beneath.
She said no more as she set about removing the old stitches and injected the wound with local anaesthetic. She did not bother with stitching this time, she went in with a staple gun to hold the now ripped wound together.
Once the wound was cleaned and dressed, she cleared up any remnants of the first aid that had been administered and began to rifle through his old drawers…
I am going to get this cleared away, you rest and, once I am done, I am getting you some food and drink. Do not move, I don’t think I could close that wound of yours again.
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Post by Xander Quinn on Oct 13, 2024 21:22:09 GMT -8
She was a creature of grace and beauty, like a deer leaping from the bed and prancing across the room as bare as the day she was born. But she certainly looked much more like a woman grown now. His gaze once more enchanted by the sight of her lithe form and the tattoo upon her thigh that was a reminder of their bond to one another from childhood. He had to fight back the urge to take her once more, certain he would do more damage to the stitches she was already repairing
He sat still as she sat back down and admonished him for ruining the stitches she had put in. His left hand settled upon her thigh where the tattoo was, his thumb running over it as he let out a laugh. His gaze briefly swept over to the body that now lingered in the corner of the room
Well I don't suspect I'm going to need to do that any time soon...
He let out some low groans as she removed the old stitches and injected the local anaesthetic, thankful for the drugs so that by the time she was stapling the wound closed again he felt nothing but a vague tugging of skin. His gaze had turned back to Ravvy, watching her work before cleaning up the supplies again and now rifling through his drawers
Maybe you'll just have to tie me down so I don;t escape this oh so comfy bed... Also are we going to talk about you stealing my old clothes? I can't imagine any of them would fit such a... voluptuous form...
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