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"Does it matter?" Arsine shook her head. "Of course it matters." She waved her hand dismissing the words. "Name is important. All jokes aside - is important you be called what you want to be called. Be it Bael. Beast. Lisichka. Is your choice." Arsine leaned into him, enough to nudge his shoulder. "Would think you a man who dictates what that want is. No?" The man grew quiet when she admitted how she felt about the world. It made Arsine assume he had lost something, or someone close to him. That he didn't believe people woke up on the other side. Meaning... He really put all those names o

Bael exhaled slowly, the sound barely audible beneath the hiss of steam. His eyes followed the movement of the towel as she rose, though not with the curiosity of a man watching a woman, but with the faint wariness of someone who had spent too long expecting every shift in his surroundings to mean danger. When she spoke again, her tone soft, almost teasing, it drew a faint sound from him, something between a snort and a laugh. "A victory, huh?" His head tilted slightly. "You think I'd step into that water willingly?" There was the smallest glint of humor in his voice. "You'd have to drag

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Arsine couldn't help but laugh softly at his response. "Maybe. But I would not be the only one needing to wash myself. That alone would be a victory to me." She was beginning to feel a little light headed so lifted herself up and out of the hot springs, immediately donning a towel to wrap around her torso. Arsine allowed her legs to stay in the water, kicking them back and forth slowly. She enjoyed the contrast, the cool wind against damp skin, the heated water below. "If not Beast. If not Bael. Then what would I call you?" Arsine asked. She shifted her gaze back to him - he was close.

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Bael's head tilted slightly at her words, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth. "Throw it at me, will you?" His tone carried a dry humor, quiet but edged with amusement. "Perhaps. But you might find yourself washing off the slime and dirt again." The steam between them curled lazily, softening the sharpness of his outline. Her composure, her willingness to speak to him so casually, still surprised him. Even now, sitting vulnerable in the spring, she looked back at him without fear. "Is hard to forget someone like you, Beast." Although not staring directly at her, Ba

Where the blondes head had rushed to had not been something that Gaius had considered at all, but like any man he could hardly not oblige such an obvious request. All sparked by a shirt being flopped gingerly on the stairs. A cloth bound invitation with all the meaning of a largely written letter of excruciating detail, one that the man sat in a stupor as he read the situation for a bit longer then you'd expect a bit shocked. Reattaching his jaw from the floor, he'd swim through the room like a shark smelling blood. Yet that attempts at turning predator quickly transition to prey when the girl

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"Voyeurism." Came Arsine's amused reply, she slowly cupped her hands and picked up some water, letting it fall over her head. "Just an observation, Bael." Again with the small shot at the man, an amused tone. Maybe this is why she didn't flee. Even has he moved further away Arsine couldn't help but shift closer. Toes barely touching the bottom of the spring as she closed the gap between them. She was right in front of him. Perched right in front of his bent knee, she could practically pull him in if she so chose, and the temptation was there. He still smelt like wet grass. He was looking

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Luke went back to continue his rescue quest. He picked back up at where he and Aisha had taken the lead, quickly leaving behind Fang and Wato, as well as Norio. Luke was surprised at how willing Norio was to hang back and preoccupy Minnat while they got away, although he had done something similar in the past. Some people were predisposition to play the hero. He didn't know why he criticized Norio so much, maybe it was because they weren't so different. All he knew was that, right now, he was glad to have him on his side. Between himself, Norio, Aisha, Wato, and now Fang? The group might

What started as a dreary day had become far more involved, as it seemed that her rather lax and absentee apprentice had actually decided to show up for work. For once. "Glad you could finally show up, Samantha." Simmone scorned with a small bite of irritation on her tone, given how aloof the girl was. "The twins can certainly use your help organizing. My bathtub is full of suits of armor." She remarked limply, reclining on her red sofa as she searched the girls expression. Something was off, obtuse about the way she was carrying herself. As if this wasn't to show up and pull her weight, a fact

Wondering to the Odyssey, today what the day. It was eating her alive every time she say Simmone which was daily so even if she masked it, the little thought was always there. Simmone was the first that Sam had ever connected with in the game, worked under the woman and she even became her mentor. Always feeling like she had a connection with this woman, at one point even a crush that she never wanted to explore afraid of loosing what they had. Then fates interfered, showed her things and helped her with explaining the truth behind everything that she was feeling. Sometimes she wished that she

At first he locks his gaze to hers, like he was unsure what he wanted. Then he reacts and kisses her back, her mind goes blank as she closes her eyes. Getting dipped as he engulfs her in passion. Heart is pounding faster than ever as every emotion that she never thought she would feel again comes to light. Nervousness, excitement, warmth, the craving of thirst of wanting more than what was being gave. He would raise her up in a twirl, she couldn't figure out whether or not to be happy and cry. When he scatters the kibble on the floor, she would stand there in almost shock trying to figure out

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Bael watched her as she spoke, his crimson eyes faintly aglow in the steam curling up from the spring. Her words carried the familiar defiance of someone clinging to normalcy in a place that had none. He found himself studying her gestures, the way her hands cut through the air when she grew frustrated, the flicker of humor and irritation that traded places behind her eyes. Despite everything, she still felt human. That was rare here. Dangerous, too. He took a slow step closer, boots crunching lightly against the gravel. "You misunderstand," he said, voice low but edged with something lik