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Martyr

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Make a little birdhouse in your soul!
« on: January 26, 2013, 06:54:05 AM »
Leading her through the spotted bars of reaching streetlamp, Val grins as he nears a peculiar old shop?a shop that seemed to stick out. As if it were important, or part of the trip. "Remember," he asks; his head a bit lopsided as he backpedals beyond the glass wall of the old shop. "It's where we went shopping for the first time."

Martyr blinked a few times. She'd taken nineteen-too-many hits on the head since she'd met him, still, it was a place a semi-truck wouldn't knock from her memory.. "Ugh!" Standing at attention as the woman peered inside. "It's w-where y-you b-bought m-me those b-boots.. The f-first thing y-you ever b-b-bought m-me!" The princess-who had turned into a queen the day Max was born-chimed out to him with a ear-to-ear smile on her face as wide eyes lit with affection.

"Yes," he smiled, though it was no secret. The man's arms wrap around her waist. He tugs at her belly and kisses the back of her neck. "The first thing I ever bought you." The words are sung through a smile. A smile that dissipates to sigh, eyes sinking to the tough, concrete plates of the sidewalk. Slowly, he takes her hand and tugs, hoping to unspool her, the idea to turn her around to meet him at the eyes. "It's hard for me, Martyr. So many years I spent locking myself away---I don't know why?probably because I knew my death was only a corner-side away. Like one day I'd simply turn the key to the front doors of that dank, lonely hotel, and my body would simply be dust. Maybe I just didn't care anymore. Maybe... maybe I just couldn't stand to hurt anyone, ever again. But then you... you, my Martyr, came running through the night while I lent my aching bones against the streetlamp... that one," he grinned, sneaking a pinky out to spotlight the lone lamp that was drilled into ground several blocks away. "And... you're smart enough to not that even then my intentions were not pure," his eyes sink, but find a quick salvation atop a smile. He leans onto a single knee. "I.. know you've done this already, but... we're unconventional, remember?" Perhaps, just perhaps, the first sign of a blush in maybe a century could be spied on the man's ivory flesh as he tugged a little ring out of his pocket. Ropes of white gold that support a lush and peerless diamond. "I owe you this, Martyr. I love you, and I want you to be my wife."

Martyr, who had been peering through the window as her lover went on, directed her attention to the street post. Violet eyes widened as memories flooded her head. Something about being unconventional rang into her head as he spoke. It was an understatement. There she was, what would feel like years ago... She'd been walking alone without a care in the world, without shoes, without a second thought as to why she was walking or where she was moving to... Martyr's violet eyes softened for a moment as she stared at that sign. There was a silence, well after he'd taken to a knee and brought out the ring, not because she was having second thoughts, or even because she'd not a clue what to say--it was because Martyr hadn't noticed him in the state. Up until the moment she'd met him, she didn't care about anything, didn't feel emotions, didn't fear a thing... Up until that moment when he'd spoken his first words to her, it was like... "I wasn't born until I met you..." Martyr mumbled after a long, and probably for him, awkward pause. There hadn't been a single stutter in that soft, low voice. Her thoughts rang aloud as the mocha-haired queen continued to stare. He'd talked to her, clothed her... Granted, he did stab her in the chest and use her for that fountain of youth she called a bloodstream--but that's how Martyr made all of her friends. Finally, she turned to face him, lending him coal as pupils expanded, and eyes widened. "V-val?" Yeah, she'd missed everything he'd said... Rather than make him repeat it, she allowed those eyes to stare at the ring and make her own assessment of the situation.... Wait for it... "Y-you... W-want to r-return the ring I g-got y-you?" No, that wasn't right... Her ring was different. "W-wait...! Y-you... W-want that one instead!" Yeah..! Still, she hadn't taken those bright eyes from the shimmering stone that danced beneath the very light post they'd met beneath.. "It's n-not a b-big d-deal, I m-mean... I w-worked h-hard p-picking the other one out, b-but...! I used y-your m-money t-to b-buy it anyways... S-so... Y-you c-can h-have w-whatever you'd like!" The perfect gentleman said, moving down on her knee to peer closer to the ring. "Y-yes! That one is m-much p-prettier, and y-you shall h-have it!" Nodding with her words as she stared up at him from her now-kneeling position. Nodnodnod.

Skin bristles on the corner of his forehead as he has the slightest inclination to truely reinvent their meeting, by driving his palm through her belly again. Instead he laughs a laugh that's perhaps mostly sigh, and waves his long fingers. Maybe she'd notice the fact that he was still WEARING the one she'd purchased. "Martyr... I'm asking you to marry me. Because I owe it to you. You didn't hear me?" A high-brow perches atop a curious look-up as the smile waivers strangely. "I bought this for you..." Blinkblinkblink.
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You ruin everything you touch and destroy everyone you love

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Re: Make a little birdhouse in your soul!
« Reply #1 on: January 26, 2013, 07:05:50 AM »
Those violet eyes peer back at the ring, and she was blinking at the man. "W-wait... W-what? D-didn't I already d-do thi--" Martyr stopped herself there as she tilted her head. "I k-kind of h-heard y-you.. I w-was thinking ab-bout h-how w-we m-met..." How Val had tried to prove that she was immortal by attacking her with long, rotting fingers--expecting the thing to perform some inhuman dodge or block--instead finding the fascination of her healing blood, and discovering the wonders behind it. It was something entirely new to the girl, as well. "Y-yeah! I r-remember! I m-mean, h-heard y-you... You're p-proposing..." The girl stood to her feet and dusted herself off. Shiny shiny shiny! Then it all sunk it.. "W-wait... V-val..! Y-you?re proposing!" The woman yelped out and leapt forward, lunging at him with the full force of her body weight, perhaps it was meager, but given his position he'd go down easily... If he did, he'd be attacked and ravaged with a set of wet lips assaulting his cheeks and chin alike. Martyr's big eyes were tucked tightly beneath a veil of lashes and lid as she giggled out girlish titters and cackles coupled together as one. Hell, if the ring went flying, she wouldn't have noticed, you know, being glued to him and all. "It's p-perfect!"

A sigh of relieve was sound before his eyes went wide and his shoulders tucked, awaiting the girl's tackle. "M-Martyr! Acccht!" Teeth cringe as his old bones meet the pavement with an 'Oof!' The hand that had offered, making sure to keep a tight wire around the ring. Disposition softening, he makes sure to wire his arms around the girl's back, whirl a few gentle thumbs into the tender fabric and flesh, and smile as the kisses were mailed to all corners of his face. Relieved, loving sighs roll out of his mouth like coy thunderheads. Val tries to worm an eye-in. "Good... Good, baby. I'm glad you like it. I know you beat me to it, but I just wanted to prove how much I care, and how excited I am to make you mine."

Martyr, with a leg on either side of his old hips, pressed her hands to his chest and sat up. She pulled the ring from the pedestal it had been placed upon in the box, and pushed it onto her finger. It hadn't been like when she'd proposed... It was a perfect fit... It added to her insecurities, but she didn't seem to mind. "I'm s-so h-happy V-val... I m-might n-not have r-remembered m-my p-past, and I still d-don't r-remember m-much of it... B-but I c-couldn't imagine b-being anything b-but y-yours... You are everything t-to m-me... I've n-never f-felt this m-much f-for anyone... Except f-for M-m-m..." Tears flooded her eyes as she spoke, those perfect violet orbs growing fat with liquid joy as she stammered and stuttered out. "M-max.." Sniffle. "Y-you t-two are r-really m-my entire life, and I c-couldn't b-be h-happier.."

On most days, Val had made it a point to retreat into the kitchen or terrace when the violet-eyed princess started dealing the emotion. It's not that he didn't care, but he felt his jagged edges would only prove insulting or insensitive to the more-than-so girl. But not here. Solemnly, his pupils dive below a reflective film of glass. Tears don't well in his sockets, but a water quality was obvious and sharp. "I agree. She's everything to me." Val's sepia-hued eyes, once-again still in his head, meet with Martyr's Amethyst Ambassadors. "You're a great mom, Martyr. Perfect, really. And you know that Max adores no one like she adores you. We're lucky, my love. Too lucky for words."

Martyr pressed a hand to her stomach, eyes softening for a moment as she took in a breath. "I j-just h-hope t-that this one ad-dores m-me as m-much as M-max d-does..." The immortal mumbled out to him as affection swelled in those purple pools. Mocha tresses lined her face. Oh, wait? Did she forget to mention the other one on the way? That was her bad..
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My body's covered in teeth marks, your bite's worse than your bark
You ruin everything you touch and destroy everyone you love

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Re: Make a little birdhouse in your soul!
« Reply #2 on: January 27, 2013, 09:14:30 AM »
"Heh... heh-heh." It was a joke, right? 'Surely', he nods, squeezing a smile that was faker than a California blonde's tits. Surely. Sure--leyyyy. Too bad his eyes failed to make it to the smile, because by now, they'd all-but leaped out of his skull. "Wait, what?"

Martyr peered down at him, eyes wide as ever. Then, they twitched as control over her mouth had been lost. A hand shot up to claim those copious lips as she laughed out loudly. "I'm k-k-kidding!" The girl said through fat amounts of laughter. Then she was biting her own lip, teeth sinking in and threatening to tear the skin. (Not that it would matter...)

Still nerve-shattred, Val rolls his eyes, the shield-like-smile framing a funny sigh. "Don't scare me like that! We just had this conversation! I'm pretty damn sure another one would kill me right now. Let's wait until... Max is... twenty!" And then the image of his baby-grown sank a frown onto his face. Because what parent wants to think of that? It's awful!

((Just to get that nasty cliff-hanger out of there! This was taken from play with Valcroix. He's an amazing writer, and I'm lucky to have the privilege of playing with him constantly. Thanks for reading, and I hope to see a lot of people at the wedding!))
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My body's covered in teeth marks, your bite's worse than your bark
You ruin everything you touch and destroy everyone you love