forum Private RP with @TinyZombieKat (Stalkers Are Welcome, but You May Be Very Very Confused)

Started November 21, 2018 by Deleted user

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Maelia playfully raised a brow, as she turned back around to face M. She tugged on a long curl of hers, looking up at him. "I thought you said you couldn't enter one?"

M nervously tugged a furl of hair out of the smooth mess of hair at his ears, making the rest of it puff up. He didn’t seem to notice.
“If they’re as healing as you say, my lady, I’m assured I’ll be okay.”

Grinning, Maelia looped her arm through M's. "Well, well. A rebel are we?" She said mischievous glint returning to her eyes.

M grinned a little and looked away shyly. “I might be.” He began to lead her to the direction of the Palace, feeling tingly and confident. However, once they arrived to the back area of the Palace and the soft curls of steam from the large pools of naturally heated water, he began to doubt his decision.

Sensing his hesitation, Maelia paused, pulling M to a stop beside her. "I would rather you not do anything that would make you uncomfortable just to show me a good time. I am plenty happy just having dinner with our brothers." She gave him a heartbreakingly sweet smile, as she gently pat his bicep.

M nervously ran a finger down his soft hair and blinked down at the spring. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” He pushed his hesitancy away and glanced at her.
“It’s my job to show you a good time, anyway.”

"Technically that's my brother's job, but I'm glad you have taken over." She looked him in the eyes, looking doubtful. "Are you sure?"

M nodded slowly and went to taking off his shirt to distract himself.
“Of course I will. It’ll be fine.” Now as he reflected over the many times he has meerlt taken a shower and it still hurt, yeeting himself into a pool didn’t seem to smart, but hell, she wanted him to.

(REALLY!? YOU GONNA USE YEET IN A SENTENCE?!)

Maelia blinked at the exposed skin, little embers appearing on her cheeks like freckles as she blushed insanely. "M…No. I'm serious. We can just stick our feet in." Gods, he was going to go and hurt himself for her. No way would she let that happen.

(I’ll use it as my everything)

M shook his head, his face heating up. His body was really telling him to stop before he made a fool of himself.
“D-do you need help with your dress?” His composure was slipping as he shouldered off his jacket to do the same to his shirt.

"My…dr–? M. Please. I do not want you hurt. Enough!" She grabbed his hands, stopping him from unbuttoning his shirt. "Do not hurt yourself for me. Our feet with be sufficient." Maelia hated to use such a tone, but she didn't know what else to do. She looked up at him, tears swimming in her eyes, but they did not fall. Why would he do something like this?

M gently gripped her hands back and didn’t look at her. If she wanted to get into the springs, which he could still hear faint whispers of it in the corners of her mind, he would get into the springs.
“I will not hurt myself. It won’t hurt, I assure.”

Maelia just stared at him. She dropped her hands, silently turning so her back faced him and he could get to her zipper. "Very well." She whispered, barely audible over the sound of the spring.

M chewed on his lip and gently unzipped her dress, then went back to fumblind with his shirt. Maybe he shouldn’t take off his shirt. He wasn’t very attractive without it like the sterotype for men was like. But… why not? He didn’t want to make her feel left out.

Maelia stepped out of her dress and into the water. It would be hot to anyone who didn't have an affinity for fire, but to her it felt like a casual bath. She disappeared under the water, fretting over her companion. Why would he go to such lengths to make her happy?

M decided to unbutton it but hug it close to his chest. If he changed his mind he’d just be able to toss it off. He carefully pawed off his belt and scooted into the water much too quickly, but the hot water purred and cradeled his skin plesantly.

Maelia felt the disturbance of M getting into the water and resurfaced slowly. The heat and her own fire magic had flushed her skin enough that she looked like she was glowing faintly. She carefully swam over to his side, gently prying one of his hands away from his chest. "Tell me what has happened to you?"

M chewed on his lip and looked away. “I don’t understand what you ask, my lady.”

Maelia looked more concerned than anything else as she lifted his hand to her cheek. "You have health advisers, M. Obviously something has happened to you."

M held his shirt together with his other hand, his eyes jolting down to the hot pool.
“I…Every detective needs a health advidor but… I just need more.”

"Why?" Maelia asked, skewering him with a look that meant no funny business. The current in the small pool drifted her closer to him and her long hair swirled around in the water between them.

M swallowed lightly for the umpteenth time that night. “I’m just… older. I’m not as fit as I was when I first started.”

Maelia nodded, not believing him for a moment, but accepting that he wasn't going to tell her. She lifted her cheek from his hand, releasing it entirely as she ducked back under the water. She didn't know what to do, he wouldn't listen to her. She wanted him to be as happy as he wanted her to be.

M blinked a couple times as she ducked away from him, and he backed away slightly to lean against the wall of the spring. He slunk down a bit deeper, wrapping his other arm around his tummy again as the water washed over his already throbbing wounds.

Maelia stayed under the water for a long, long time, thinking. Finally she came up with an idea. "M!" She said, as she sprung up out of the water, probably startling the hellfire out of him. "I would like to leave now." She continued, ignoring his shocked face.