I Don't Think You're Ready for This JELLY (Private

[Sivoncé™]

Without warning, Damien felt a sudden stab of hurt slash through his stomach. He watched Sanceul with an incredulous gaze for a moment. He'd tried to play the good guy, be the loyal friend, even if it wasn't exactly what he wanted, just so Sanceul could have what she wanted. And yet, that little smirk, sich a tiny gesture, yet such an eager one, reignited the unhappy flame that burned inside of him. He didn't look at her for the rest of her speech, even when she spoke of Blood Mist.
It...it was such a blur for her. It was such a goddamn heartache for me.
His eyes narrowed slightly as she gazed.
"Ya know...you remind me of someone I met once," he woofed emotionlessly. "Her name was Secret Fang."
Such a little smirk, and every bone in his body felt shattered.
But it wasn't just the fact that there was a gypsy boy out there with the same father who told Sanceul's favorite stories and had every little goddamn thing in common with her....or maybe it was just that. He hadn't seen it before because Icarus had been such a good-natured, kind wolf that it was impossible to be hateful of him. But now, he saw it. Energies had a way of connecting and finding each other....and leaving him out.
He took a small step back and dipped his head. "I'm sure you'll have a lot to talk about. He was a really nice wolf -- refreshing. And you're the gypsy after all, I'm sure you'll be able to take care of yourself better than me."
He took a few more steps back.
It wasn't just that there was another wolf coming into the mixture. It was that Damien knew, as he should've always known that he was never be the wolf. Not for Sanceul. And maybe nobody ever would be. He could hide in the shadows, be the silent protector, the watchful guardian. But not now.
It was also because Damien had been torn to pieces without her, and there she stood, with a shrug on her shoulders.
"I'll see you around, then," he muttered.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Nothing.
Nothing she had formerly expected came from Damien, none at all.
Her ears flattened against her head, a sort of hurt digging into her heart. Not like the flaming branch she drove through Blood. Not like Morgan’s blades, slipping under her skin and rendering her barren and scarred for the remainder of her days. Nothing like that. Just a thorn, a large thorn… kneading at her chest, unable to kill her but only augmenting in agony with every word that filtered into her air space.
…what… what did I do?
“Hey… hey, wait a minute.”
She stumbled to her paws, limp-stepping to recover the distance lost between them.
“Damien… what is all this? What, you think I could honestly take care of myself? I mean, just… I need you, Damien. I missed you. Why are you... leaving?”

[Sivoncé™]

Damien was forced to a halt as Sanceul, perfectly bewildered, stepped in front of him. His eyes remained tight as he looked evenly back at her and swallowed hard. Again, he couldn't say any of the things he wanted to say....
What makes you think I can take care of myself without you? You drive me completely crazy! You're like a little twig, and yet, you're so damn bold about your twiggishness that it also makes you like lightning. And you think I'm this gigantic tree branch and I'm invincible but I can't do shit when you hit me like this...
Painfully, he swallowed again. I've missed you, Damien. Won't you come with me? Sounds like the other one again.
For a long time, he just remained speechless, undecided with what to say and what to keep safely locked inside of him. Upset as he was, he wasn't so sure if he could bring himself to actually yell or say something harsh.
"Why? Why do you need me? If you want me to show you to your gypsy boy, well...just go to the Twilight Clearing, he shouldn't be too far. You'll have a lot to talk about, I'm sure. And then, there ya go, you won't have to take care of yourself, he can do it for you. You don't need me specifically. And ya know, you got along just fine and dandy before I was born."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Sanceul stared up at Damien, and the painful thorn that gouged deeper into her heart suddenly froze. And the ice was so cold. So cold.
Swallowing deeply, it was a few minutes before she muscled up the courage to say what was on her mind. The only time she could ever imagine herself spilling everything to another lupine creature. But now, it suddenly didn’t seem to matter. Whatever tears of happiness that threatened to come before certainly weren’t tears of happiness now, but her eyes dampened all the same.
“You don’t know, do you? Just, that I got along without you, even before you came along? Damien, I was dead for a long time. I was an innocent little kid once, sure, but things change. Morgan happened; no, life happened. I was stuck in a fucking hole in the ground for seven fucking days. I lost my childhood, my innocence, my dignity, my… everything… I can’t even have pups anymore, for Lupus’ sakes…” The ice weighted on her, and she was forced to drop her gaze at the admission. “I was broken down, Damien. For the first time in my life, I… truly… just wanted to die there. Just die. And when I got out… I still wanted it. I didn’t care what happened to me; why should I? My only associate was a serial rapist and Alastair was dead by the time I went back to find him. And then… you showed up. Damien… you make me happy, Damien. You, specifically. Only you. And… I don’t want to lose you too.” She couldn’t bring her head up anymore, ashamed of her life, her helplessness, her tears… fairly certain that Damien might even just leave her there forever. “Just… don’t you fucking dare leave me now… please…”

[Sivoncé™]

Instantly, he regretted letting his emotions wash up and have the best of him. Sanceul wasn't Secret Fang; there was companionship here if nothing else. His eyes softened as she spoke. He offered her a small smile and bumped his nose lightly agaisnt hers as he had when he greeted her. "I wouldn't dare," he agreed. He sighed softly. Honestly, I don't think I could. The sadness did not entirely leave his eyes, but there was no more blankness in his expression. He was concerned again, studying her with growing dismay.
"I upset you," he noted unhappily. "Sanceul I'm...I'm sorry....don't cry, okay? It's nothing you did, all right? I'm sorry it was just...me, not you. It's nothing you did, it's just...me..." He raised a brow with a half-hearted smile and murmured, "Don't you dare cry, Miss Squirrel."
His heart felt like an overweight stone in his chest.
I need to say something...
"Sanceul....I like you. Like you. I'm not falling over myself about to confess undying love or whatever but...I like you. And maybe that's not what you want." His brow furrowed and he took a painful swallow of air. "With everything you've been through....I don't know if that's what you want. But...I would be different. I wouldn't be what you've known for so long I'd be....I'd be good to you. I would never hurt you like that ever. And maybe that's too hard to believe because like you said, all you had in your life were men who were bad and did terrible things and used you." His eyes felt glassy, but he blinked away the urge to cry.
Don't you leave me eiter....
He looked deeply at her for a moment, eyes soft, but brimming with sincerity.
"I'd be good to you, Sanceul.And maybe this isn't for now. But I think it's important for you to know this."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

A bit of hope shimmered with the sound of his voice, both apologetic and happy and sad and… every emotion in-between. Honestly, she hardly cared what he would say, as long as the tone of voice remained in her memory. The familiar sound, the individual tone… she raised her gaze slightly, offering a miniscule smirk. “To be honest… I haven’t cried since… a long while… and that’s the first time I’ve had anyone say that to me… I believe you.”
Her visual focus sort of drifted downward, returning to her paws. But she was half-listening. One part of the brain cherished every word, hardly believing what he was suggesting. But the other half dismissed it all. After all, she already made up her mind.
Rising to a stand, she approached him and sat up against him, for once not shying away—either by reflex or shame—from the warmth she discovered there. She rested her head against his chest, hearing the rhythm of his heartbeat in sync with hers, both perhaps a little fast. Or maybe she only imagined that part.
“I love you.”

[Sivoncé™]

(I had my 'Damien' read the last part of the thread. He was overly preocuppied with our typos, the pronounciation of Sanceul's name, and the fact that wolves do not have enough wrist control to tickle each other or whatever He said it was cute, but it was very obviously written by females xD )

Suddenly, she was just there.
He shivered slightly at the unexpected touch, but did not shy away. All he could do was look at her were a stupid smile on his face. A feeling of dizziness seemed to sweep the world away into a nonsensical blur. All he could see was her. Instinctively, his heartbeat picked up into a spastic romp. Every word she said he took into his mind and memorized -- it was the best collection of words that he had ever heard in his short life on earth. Moments later, he attempted to gather himself, though he still felt almost tipsy with the realizations that crashed down over them as she spoke.
And then she was there. With him.
Time to wipe that stupid grin off your face Damien and say something back!
"Sanceul....I...." he laughed nervously, still blinking at her in awe,. "You...you do? You...love me?" Softly, he bent his head down to lightly rest over hers as she moved close to him. Gently, he nuzzled her closer, and his heart began to pound noisily against his ribs.
"I love you too," he murmured softly.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(( haha xD You know it! We live by our own logic in these here parts …but, really? Wolves resurrected from Hell, and he points out that wolves supposedly can’t tickle each other? xD ))

Those words. Her heart swelled, almost uncomfortably so, but it no longer mattered—it mattered as little as Morgan, as Blood, as Lucifer, even as Alastair or Secret Fang or that gypsy-boy in the woods somewhere. It mattered as little as all those unpleasant memories, drifting away without a word or salute or a final stab at her senses. Just peace.
At last.
It was so odd. So wonderfully, wonderfully odd. They had known one another for so long, had spent so many nights side by side. And yet, she never considered this reality. She never even touched Damien, aside from the occasional romp or tight fit. Especially not like this.
“...you’re… warmer than I thought you would be…”
She allowed herself to be reeled closer, reveling in this one moment of utter paradise amidst all the chaos. Between the darkness and the horror, the macabre little stage set with nothing short of psychotic and vulgar actors—paradise.
Happiness.
“…so… I can keep you?” No longer a smirk, but a genuine smile. “If you’ll have me, too, that is.”

[Sivoncé™]

(He also noted the time of my posts and scolded me for not being in bed )

Now, the smile had lost it's silly dazedness. Damien beamed down at Sanceul with a grin that ocuppied the better portion of his features. He looked down at her with soft eyes, still pondering how something so lovely as this had come to be. Two years, Damien realized. Sanceul has been a part of my life for two years....and yet it's gone by in a blink... He smiled down and her and woofed softly, "You're more cuddly than I expected." Love's full of surprises.
"Of course you can," he woofed, answering her question. "And of course I will." He licked her head tenderly, the smile never fading from his face. I think it'll stay there forever and then my face will be permanently frozen like this. As long as Sanceul is around...I don't think that'll be so bad. His mind was reaching back into the past now, recounting their escapades over those two years; those had been the best two years of his life. The only two years of his life. Or maybe it was just life with Sanceul in general that was amazing. Life and Sanceul.
"Ya know, we weren't so nice to each other when we first met," he recalled with a grin. "It's funny how time changes us."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“Like I said, it’s not my fault you’re so comfy. You’ve turned me into a pansy, you fiendish man.”
She pulled away slowly, sliding to her stomach and rolling onto her back. Wounds forgotten, pain and all. Well, all pain really. Here’s to hoping this lasts forever. And even the doubts that surfaced from the thought were overwhelmed and overturned.
“No kiddin’. Honestly, though, I don’t think I was very nice to anyone at the time,” she admitted, rolling her eyes as she stared up at him. He was even taller now, towering over her like a skyscraper that couldn’t be moved. She grinned. “I guess you saw to that, huh? So, what’s next on the agenda, I wonder…” She didn’t quite know the answer, or expect one. There was only one solution, and he was standing right in front of her already.

[Sivoncé™]

Damien shrugged his broad shoulders. "Maybe it wasn't you being mean, maybe it was just me being ignorant about almost everything at that point. It was my birthday, you know," he winked. He sighed heavily, but it was not a tired sigh; he exuded comfort, releif, and above all, contentedness. He rose to his paws, tail raised and slightly wagging. He looked down at the endless stretch of terra beyond the Xavrien Heights, eyes lingering over the packlands and the mountain realms, and then finally settling on the space in between.
"I'm not really sure," he admitted. "Where do we go from here? Two years running from Blood Mist and random wolves who want to kill us. My old dream of joining the packs died after a few months of observation." Thoughtfully, he woofed, "We should meet with Icarus. I think he's safe. And now...right now...." He walked over to Sanceul, his tail brushing lightly over her flank. "Let's get you bandaged up and take a very, very long nap." As an afterthought, he added, "If that's all right with you. I'm thinking it might be just what we both need."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

She stared back up at him, a gentle curve to her maw and a haze over her eyes. “Happy late birthday, then.”
Sitting up a little so as to follow his gaze, Sanceul tilted her head a little. Then, all at once, she broke out into an exaggerated yelp. “A nap? Oh, hallelujah! I could cry…” She batted at the tail that swept over her stomach, simply content to lie there in the burning sun if needed. Really, it didn’t seem so unbearably hot anymore; she hardly noticed it.
“And, in that case, I take it back. I dub thee ‘Sanceul’s Pillow’, and ye shall do as your master commands.” With a mischievous smirk, she rolled up to a stand, brushing against his flank. “But, first… herbs. Or something.” She chuckled. “…I… can’t even think clearly right now… what do we need? Ah, that aloe vera and lavender you brought, right…” She moved to begin applying the poultice, still distracted, and not at all disturbed by her lack of concentration.