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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Azriel Date: January 13, 2019, 9:54 pm
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The relationship between Isis and Calyx was always a sight to
behold. When Azriel first set eyes on Calyx, he could feel the
depths of power the boy possessed. He never imagined that he
would grow into such a responsible, and caring young man in just
six short years though! The way he tended to his home while
helping to raise not only Isis, but Xander and Oryn as well was
astounding for a boy of not yet 25! And he was keeping up with
his own training and studies as well! If this was the greatness
that Imperfect's offspring were meant for, then Azriel couldn't
wait to see the woman that Isis became!
"Thanks again Calyx." Azriel managed to get out, before the two
of them disappeared to the land of Dragons.
Azriel's admiration for Calyx was vast. But currently, it was
overshadowed by something else. Something had been bothering him
for several minutes now, but he didn't want it to show onhis
face in front of the young ones. Now that they were gone, the
concern was slightly more evident. As the couple arrived back
home, his eyes shifted across the ground as if he were
contemplating something troubling. He was so lost in his
thoughts that he barely heard when his wife asked him if he
would like a drink.
"Hm?" He asked, finally looking up from the ground to see the
glass in Imperfect's hand. "Oh! A lemonade, if you don't mind,
love."
Azriel never drank human beverages before being with Imperfect.
But he had since discovered that he enjoyed several of their
fruit juices, lemonade above the rest. But when he got the
drink, he barely touched it, swirling it around in his hand
thoughtfully and listening to the ice clang.
His mind was flooded with questions, but unlike normal, he
didn't seem to instantly come up with the answers, or even know
where to start! Several minutes later, the ice was melted,
condensation built around the glass, and he had still made
little progress. Giving up, he left the glass on the counter,
and made his way up to their room, where he lay back on the
bed,and stared up through the skylight in heavy contemplation.
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Imperfect Date: January 14, 2019, 4:37 am
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Imperfect continued chewing on the block of ice until it had
melted completely and unbeknown to her husband, her attention
was drawn once more, to him, brows furrowing as she watched a
look of worry wash over his features. She stayed silent as she
watched him, and rather than drink the beverage in his hand, he
placed it on the counter and almost sprinted upstairs before she
could even ask him what he was thinking about.
What the hell was going on?
She wasn’t going to sit around and wait for the answers so she
followed suit and sprinted up the stairs, running to their
bedroom, her light footsteps echoing through the hall, only to
find him lying flat on his back, and looking through the
skylight. Though the look on his face hadn’t changed, he still
seemed so worried, and so contemplative, like he needed answers,
and what a coincidence that she needed them too.
“Az?”
As she spoke, she takes a few steps forward so she’s standing
near the edge of their bed, lifting one leg so her knee rested
on the soft cushioned duvet.
“What’s wrong?”
With the next two words, she lifted her body completely off the
ground, moving forward to sit on his lap, straddling his waist,
but not letting her weight drop onto him yet, in an attempt to
distract him and bring his focus back to her. She imagined that
he was thinking about their daughter because there was
absolutely nothing else in this world that could make him so
absent-minded.
“What’re you thinking about?”
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Azriel Date: January 15, 2019, 6:02 am
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Beams of Sun coming through the skylight further brightened
Azriel's already pale skin. Grey colored eyes unbothered by the
artificial sunlight shining directly into them. The sky in the
dimension was designed to replicate the sky directly over Sancta
Terra, where Azriel first met Imperfect. Everything from the
moon cycle to the weather was a perfect match. This bright sun
meant Princess Adelaide must have been having a beautiful day!
Azriel wasn't given much time with his thoughts however.
Imperfect appeared before long, no doubt having served his
shifting mood since their return. She straddled his hips as she
e him what was wrong, and his hands instinctively found their
way atop her thighs. She had a way of always distracting him
from his troubles, but this time seemed different. He offered
her a gentle smile, but was unable to wipe the concern from his
expression.
“Calyx told me that school would be letting out early today. “
his voice was low and contemplative, as if he had yet to finish
his thought. “But I forgot until I heard the bell ring…”
Imperfect would most likely know why this was cause for concern
for Azriel. He had never forgotten anything in his life! It was
his very purpose as Angel of Knowledge to retain every bit of
knowledge he was exposed to; from words that were spoken to him
to his photographic memory. Forgetting was simply not something
of which he was capable…
He looked up at his wife, as if starving her eyes for answers
they couldn't possibly contain. What was happening to him?
Forgetting a Forte detail wasn't the only strange thing
happening to him. His wings had darkened again as well! And the
symbol on his chest had taken on the color of dried blood!
Azriel didn't know what to think of these things, and he hadn't
mentioned them to Imperfect as not to worry her. But he
couldn't help but feel that something was happening to him.
Something he could only hope wouldn't have lasting effects on
his family….
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Imperfect Date: January 15, 2019, 9:16 am
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As his hands rest on the skin of her thighs, her brows furrow in
response to the worry that still creased his forehead, the lines
thin and barely visible on his porcelain skin, but noticeable to
his wife who could paint that face with her eyes closed. The
worry was infectious and it crept up on her quickly, turning her
stomach a little as she listens.
He was right.
When did he ever forget anything?
Over the years he had gone on countless travels, to hundreds of
dimensions and remembered, with no difficulty what they were
like, and when he would come home he would tell her about them.
Sometimes, when they stayed up late at night and spoke about
life, and what they wanted, she would sometimes tell him about
gifts that seemed nice, and he would bring them back for her. It
didn’t matter if she had told him about it three days ago, or
three years; the point was, he would never forget.
“I don’t know. . .” she replies, shaking her head as his eyes
pierced her, and though he didn’t voice it, she knew he was
searching for answers within her hazel orbs. Answers that she
didn’t have, unfortunately.
When he mentions his wings and scar, she nods. This
transformation wasn’t new to her; she had noticed how darker his
wings were, they had gone from a charcoal grey to a dark, dark
black. Not to mention, his scar. A finger lightly traces it over
the shirt he was wearing, while her free hand cups his cheek,
leaning down to press a reassuring kiss to his lips.
When she parts, she stays close; close enough so that their lips
touch when she speaks, “don’t worry yourself until you know
exactly why this is happening.”
Now it was time for her to be the voice of reason.
"We don't know if it's necessarily a bad thing yet."
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Azriel Date: January 17, 2019, 1:09 pm
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Imperfect could offer him no words of explanation, not that he
expected her to. What was happening to him was something that
had never once occurred in millions of years. It was beyond
their comprehension. And the only ones Azriel could go to for
understanding were beyond his reach! This was why he hadn't
wanted to tell Imperfect. He had just given her something else
to worry about with no hope for a solution.
Imperfect offered him no words of explanation... but she -did-
offer words of advice.
"Don't worry yourself..."
She was right. Prior to having a family of his own, Azriel
didn't concern himself with things. He simply watched and
observed. But now he had Imperfect and Isis' wellbeing to worry
about. Even so, it was of no use worrying himself over
something he could do nothing about.
"You're right love..." he said, hands moving from her thighs to
get waist as she leaned forward to kiss him. His lips were soft,
but his kisses firm. His machine features softened by
something in his expression that was hard to place. His breath
was shallow as she maintained her close proximity, their lips
grazing with each word she spoke. One hand traversed her body
until it rested on the side of her face, and he smiled, rather
than recounted to her verbally. He moved his head, his nose
rubbing against hers as he expressed his understanding. Her
closeness was comforting. It allowed him to feel vulnerable;
something he typically didn't feel. It was a form of relief he
couldn't express with words, but he was grateful for it. It was
something he hoped to experience for the rest of eternity...
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Imperfect Date: January 25, 2019, 2:16 am
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We don’t know if it’s necessarily a bad thing.
But Imperfect knew that the darkening of his wings and his
blurred memory couldn’t possibly be a good thing. Of course, she
kept this to herself, trying to keep the worry that bubbled in
the pit of her stomach at bay while simultaneously attempting to
reassure the man of something she didn’t believe herself. It
wasn’t even close to night and already she had received news
that worried her to no end.
She knew her close distance, without him having to even say it,
comforted him, made him vulnerable in a way that he couldn’t
emphasise, and she remembers the first time he had felt that way
and how foreign it was to him, feeling like he wasn’t in
control, letting himself go completely. As she recounts, a small
smile curves the sides of her lips and she leans back up,
pulling him, and the hem of her dress with the movement, letting
their kiss deepen and their minds traverse to another universe.
They had all this time on their hands, after all.
Why dwell on the bad when they could rejoice while they had the
chance?
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Azriel Date: February 18, 2019, 4:06 pm
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Imperfect and Azriel both knew that her words were intended for
nothing more than comfort. It was something Azriel couldn't
understand for a long time. Even now, the concept was shaky to
him, but he appreciated his wife all the same for wanting to
make him feel better. She was a Goddess among Angels!
But that wasn't the only thing that made her perfect. There were
a million things, but the one on Azriel's mind was the way that
she took control of him when the time came! It may seem
conflicting to some, but the lack of control was very freeing!
Giving himself to Imperfect in every sense of the word was one
way that he knew he was alive! As she positioned herself,
pulling him up with her, his lungs filled to capacity, as his
arm wrapped around her, his touch gentle and sensitive. With the
skirt of her dress lifted, he could now feel her softness
hovering over him, and it had an effect on him that was opposite
of most men. While his body in the same way as most, His energy
shifted in a different way.
His expression softened, looking up at Imperfect like a servant,
wanting to know how to please his Mistress. As their kiss
deepened, a sound similar to a cat's purr resonated from his
diaphram. It was a sign that he had completely relinquished
control to his wife. What she did with it, was up to her...
#Post#: 410001--------------------------------------------------
Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Imperfect Date: May 29, 2019, 4:28 pm
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Gone were the worries of threats against her husband, against
her daughter, all replaced with a tightening in her core that
she couldn’t help, his touch only making it worse, her skin
heated under his arms as they wrapped around her small frame. He
was so delicate, it ripped her heart in two, it nearly convulsed
and jumped out of her chest, ready to offer itself to him if he
needed it. While Azriel was Imperfect’s anchor, in the bedroom,
their roles switched. She was the one in charge, she made the
decisions, and while she knew it liberated her husband to be so
submissive, it also had the same effect to be the dominant one.
She felt free.
Giving in to her hungry body which craved for him like nothing
else, so much so that she didn’t have the patience to explain,
her fingers moved into his hair, pulling his head forward so the
kiss deepened, her lips instantly swelling, exerting passions
and lust, and love, and life into the movement. Her dancing
tongue pressed into his mouth, soaking up his taste, letting the
kiss tell him what she wanted instead of words. Words would ruin
the moment, she didn’t want them hanging in the air, she wanted
this to be intimate, just them in their bubble of desire.
She had to physically tear away from the kiss and it wasn’t
because she needed air; she wanted to slip out of the dress,
tossing it to the floor in a rushed manner before her hands
wandered over his skin, her fingers moving over every part of
him until they rested on his hips, tugging the material that
stood between her flesh against his. Why was she suddenly so in
need of him? She didn’t dwell on the question, but pushed
forward to take his mouth once more, breathless, panting,
living.
She was alive.
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