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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 12:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 12:36 pm
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In Stitches
She had backed away from the pair of them until her wings had hit the headboard, and then attempted to back away further still. Not at all normal behavior for the chimera, but then again, these were not normal circumstances. "Are you sure they need to come out now, cause really, they can stay in, I don't mind." A hand was out as if that alone would keep the brothers at bay.
It had stated with a simple mention, and at first Merry had seemed be alright with the news that the stitches in her stomach were ready to be removed. This calm had lasted until she'd laid down shirtless on Ahm's bed. Then the nerves had crawled in, and by the time the knife had been pulled out she was scrambling back and away.
It had felt wrong having the things put in, even with the pain over riding everything else. She was sure they would feel just as wrong coming out again, and though logically she knew they had to come out, she was very obviously not looking forward to it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 12:53 pm
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Rest
Nahm whispered in his sleep sometimes, long and hissing sibilants that were not quite language, breathed across the edges of sharp teeth on a long tongue; when it happened, as it sometimes did, his hand tended to travel slowly across the bed, a clawed and spidery explorer, looking for the warmth of a body. When he found soft, warm fur, the hand would settle; slowly, drowsily, never waking, he would move across the bed to curl intimate and close, breathing against the pulse in her neck, and sometimes, sometimes, his tongue stole out to taste.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 12:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 1:02 pm
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Family affairs
The brief flicker of light from the curtains over the door subsided, and Nahm dropped a bag beside the table, folding himself down onto a cushion in a rustle of robes. "What've you got, babe?" he asked, curious, but made no effort to look just yet. She would show him, or tell him; if she was reading it in their room, she must feel no need for secrecy. Or, at least, not from them.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:29 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:46 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 12:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 1:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:49 pm
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