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Post by Morpheus on Sept 20, 2009 9:09:54 GMT -6
"I believe you were the one who fell asleep on top of me," he said blandly as he moved his arm, both hands folding behind his head as he relaxed. "Of course, I can always go about my way and doing what pleases me and let you go through all of this alone," he said with a shrug, careful not to disturb her from her resting place though.
Now, make up your mind whether or not you want me here or not," he said firmly as his fingers trailed through her hair, relaxing her again. It was a trick he had found that worked on all humans and it usually got his way when he was close enough to do so.
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Post by Ro on Oct 5, 2009 15:14:02 GMT -6
Ro leaned into his touch, eyes closed in bliss as he pet her; as indignant as she got about him treating her like a pet, Ro always did like it when people she liked pet her head. It was something that had been with her since she was small, and try as she might, she'd never figured out why she liked it. "I don't care what you do," she hummed. "But let me know when you're going to leave. That way I don't freak out when I wake up alone."
It was weird that she'd said that to him, but it just went to show how very attached she was already (much to her displeasure).
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Post by Morpheus on Oct 6, 2009 15:50:27 GMT -6
"That much I can do," he said as he continued to massage her head with experienced fingers. He let them trail through her hair, getting out the knots and tangles that were there and knowing how attached she was to him already, it was mutual. He found in her a similar thought pattern and energy to Jarlaxle, but the girl did not have the same magical talents the ancient wizard did.
He continued his movements, lulling her into a relaxed and peaceful state, one where if she wanted to, she would go to sleep. "Hush little one and go to sleep."
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Post by Ro on Oct 12, 2009 17:33:24 GMT -6
"When I'm ready to," she murmured, counting the shapes on the wall across from her as she lay there, curled against his side. The man had a magic touch that soothed her nerves and lulled her into a strange comfort that was rare even for her; Ro had spent her whole life with her gaurd up that she had forgotten how to relax. To be this way now was not wholly unpleasent, but she wasn't quite used to it either. Even when they were arguing it was fun.
As messed up and weird as that sounded, of course.
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Post by Morpheus on Oct 13, 2009 19:22:30 GMT -6
The forty thousand year old djinn chuckled, letting her relax. He was quite content in his position, more than happy to let her lay there seeing as he was growing rather fond of her, despite what Crow may have to say about his moods. "I will not hurt you," he murmured against her ear, the tone in his words showing that he meant every word that he uttered.
He continued his ministrations, as he would until she fell asleep and even until sleep claimed her. He was far more than just fond, rather attached to her, despite their short meeting.
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