Winnie

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The small girl was guarded, did she think ill of Winnies intentions? She didn't think she was that threatening. Oh well. If anything, the young girl looked out of place here, rather than herself. Winnie may not be strong yet, but she was grown, and on a quest of her own. She liked venturing far and wide, to places she would be expected to stray from. The beauty of this world was welcomed in her mind. It was true, yes, the world was a prison, but being the divine she had a duty to carry out. One that allowed her the bliss of finding goodness in every situation. Her replies were simple, gu

"As I please remember?" The words echoed in her ears. Prerogative? crying wasn't a privilege, it was an indulgence. A weakening of someone's mind, a human course of action that occurred when the thoughts broke and frustration bubbled; giving in to the overwhelming emotions and letting them control you. With every bone in her body, she hated it. Though somehow, he had found a way to calm her, to soothe the hatred that burned through her. With each gentle touch and reassuring gesture, he had begun to change the war that raged within, until the dam broke loose. "Until you feel better.

For a long moment she didn't move. The world had narrowed down to the weight of his hand in her hair, the low rhythm of his voice threading through the din of the club. Each word pressed against her like a confession, something inside her twisting hard in response. Her hands reached up slowly, grabbing his sleeve weakly. She hung her head low, the feeling of his fingers brushing against her cheek remained. "You don't get to say that," she managed, voice rough from crying. "You don't know what you're saying. You can't just-" her throat caught, "You can't just stay." She wanted to sho

For a long moment after he left she couldn't move. His jacket hung heavy on her shoulders- smelling faintly of smoke, liquor, and something sharp she couldnt quite name. It was far too big for her, the hem brushing her thighs, the weight of it pinning her to the moment. Her fingers clutched at the lapel unconsciously, like it might tether her to something solid while the world around her titled off its axis. The clubs lights pulsed below, rhythm synced to the frantic thrum in her chest. From her perch she caught flashes of him between the strobes- glimpses of a man transformed. He

It was cold today, more crisp than the days had been before. Was it simply the floor? Her eyes trailed around, drinking in the scenery, it was easy to admit that the higher she went the more beautiful things became. She hadn't ever intended to venture this high, this quickly, but Oscar had lingered here beforehand, she missed him, though she wouldn't admit it, not now. She drew in a small, short breath, releasing it with a soft sigh. She wasn't sure why she felt so empty today. It wasn't not for her to feel this way, yet the feeling remained, lingering, like the sting of pain after scraping yo

This hadn't been her goal, she didn't come here for this, for him. Yet she found herself on the edge of his knife, ready to give in, yet horrified to do so. Everything within her warred against her flesh, but it was being drowned into a muffled ghost with every inch he claimed. This was dangerous, foolish. He would change her, her old self would die the moment he bridged the gap... if he did. She felt it, he was trembling, it hadn't been her imagination. She looked into his eyes once more, the question begged, Why? Why did he shake? What wound them so tightly? Why did she feel this way?! Her p

They were standing on the edge of surrender, not just towards desire, but to truth. For Oscar, it's the first time in ages he's wanted something sincerely, almost vulnerably. For Winnie, it was the first time she had allowed herself to want something that isn't holy, pure, or sanctioned by some higher calling. The atmosphere around them held a gravity- dangerous and unwavering. The air felt thick, intimate, trembling with anticipation. Everything around them faded, all that was left was the sound of each others breath, the sensation of warmth, clothing brushing against skin, flesh meetin

She laughed softly, "Caught you in good light?" she teased back. She moved her hand up slightly, feeling the fabric fold under her palm as she touched his chest, more deliberately this time. "Perhaps," she offered. "However, could it also be the simplicity of your ignorance towards your own good nature? Is not honesty an honorable trait? You say these things as a means to ward me off somehow... to make me think twice about what is happening between us, as if it could wound. It very well may, but is it not worth it?" She asked the question in earnest, her mind racing, her pulse quickening as he

"The Freedom to want freely..." she echoed under her breath, testing the shape of the words. He continued leading her in dance, gracefully, precisely. She loved the feeling it gave her, it was like she was floating. Though she had to admit the feeling of being led by him was something entirely different than what she had expected. It wasn't that she had never danced with anyone else, but those that guided her in the past had given her a much less desirable experience. The teachers she had in the past would drag her about; cruel instructional dances, ones that left her exhausted and beat. Her b

Winnies breath caught- not from surprise, but from the precision of his words. A promise, a threat, a confession, all dressed in courtesy. Oscar was the kind of man that hid his hunger under refinement, and Winnie someone otherworldly with a sudden curiosity about her own humanity. She felt his fingers grazing her brands before resting between her shoulder blades. His touch was gentle, she found herself liking the sensation. Curiosity struck, what went through his mind? Others had found them disturbing, disgusting, strange. She pushed the question aside. He seemed to move along in thought, she

Winnie tilted her head slightly, eyes bright beneath the dim light. "You inquire about my intentions for the evening?" She flashed him a smile taking a moment to think about her reply. The music swelled around them. Oscars hand remained steady at her waist, the other guiding hers as the two of them were bound by dance. He was strong, yes- but not brutish. His confidence had rhythm, deliberate, almost practiced. His question rang in her ears once again. "Which are you looking for? A partner for the song, or for the night?" He had asked the question so plainly, as though he had been

Winnie danced freely, unapologetically, as though it would be her last dance. The nice thing about growing up in a small village where you were thought to be a god, was there was no shortage of training. She knew several languages, she could fight, though it was frowned upon unless dire, she could sing, draw, sew, knit, crochet, cook, bake, clean, garden, hunt, and she had been trained to dance. Dancing felt ethereal to her, as though a part of her soul was coursed through to those who saw. It felt freeing, yet terrifying. Having the belief that a part of your soul was transferred to peop

It was Winnies first time in a virtual world. Everything was new and scary. Upon her arrival in the game she had been met by dark skies. The objects fell from the clouds as though they were leaves of a tree, flittering, and fluttering downward towards her. There must have been thousands. Eyes glued to the sky slowly losing focus. Her mind subconsciously drifted away from reality. Everyone she had ever known was inside this world and she had been tasked with rescuing them. How could she even attempt such an outrageous thing?! Her mind threatened to become undone, but she fought it desperately.

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