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[Bartholomew]

Sometimes Light was placed in the oddest of situations. This etheafal he had met, Talya was what she called herself, had found some interest in certain parts of Light's face. At first, she had tapped his nose, then her fingers fell towards his lips. Light allowed her to do as she wished, hoping that her active touching would get them somewhere in their relationship.

Her fingers rubbed against his lips, then her palms. This creature of beauty was doing something so queer to where Light would have laughed his arse off if he was not trying to compose himself. "Shhhhhhhh," she said until it was clear that she did not want Light to speak. He obeyed, knowing that all he would say would be mediocre. "Perhaps, you should try speaking a little less. let your actions speak for you."

Talya's fingers moved to his cheek where she lightly held them. For a moment, Light thought he could feel warmness come from her touch even though he was sure that she would be as cold as the night air. He did not know the physiology of these creatures, only that they represented what beauty truly was. Now an etheafal was grasping him, Light would learn a lot from her while they were still so close.

"Let my actions speak?" Light repeated to himself. With the sudden strong feeling of being drawn to her, Light took the fingers of Talya that held his face in his own hand, leaned in close to her with the slowness of a loving turtle, and then kissed her softly on her cheek.

Were those actions good enough? He wanted to ask her, but did not. Instead, he waited to see her reaction. If she showed approval, or at least happiness at what Light had done, he would kiss her on her cheek again and again, gaining closer to her lips with each contact. When he reached her mouth, he would push forward and gently taste the sweetness that was her.

[Talya]

His lips were soft. They were warm, and they seemed to take on the shape of her skin the way a liquid would when it was confined to a glass. Light melded around the contours of her skin; the creation of high cheek bones. Talya could feel her breath catching in her throat as Light continued his kiss, could feel her heart beating a little faster as he began to pull away from her. Could sense her eyes widening in surprise, although she wasn't entirely sure she was as surprised as she could have been had she not said as she had said previously. Her hand fell a little, rolling farther down the length of Light's cheek. Her thumb idled, her nails pressing lightly against his skin; greying in the moon's light. Her nails skid over hair; fine things she could scarcely see in the near dark, despite the shadows, which seemed to add depth to his facial features. Talya's cheeks were beginning to feel rather warm, despite the cool night air. She imagined that they were beginning to redden, now that her flesh was proceeding to burn. The heat radiating down the length of her neck, as she kept her eyes locked upon Light. She wondered if her flesh looked bright now; splotchy even. But she couldn't bring herself to think much about it as she silently urged Light to stop, and slow down. Things were definitely moving far to fast for her, and not necessarily in a way she was sure she wanted them to. She took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth as she gathered herself, and thought about what she wanted, and how she would like to proceed. Finally, she decided upon a course of action, and Talya allowed her free hand to crawl over the length of her leg, before it inched forward. Creeping closer and closer to Light, before it made its way over to the hand that wasn't holding her own. She pressed her palm lightly atop his knuckles, and held him much as he was holding her. He placed another small kiss upon her cheek, and she forced herself to smile weekly. Her eyes flashing delicately as she kept them trained on him. "Slowly," she whispered. "Softly," she said. Her eyes sparkling with reflections of the stars. "Caress, but don't kiss," she said, making it seem perhaps, that she wanted to move to another level of affection, if not, slow things down. She wasn't sure exactly how her tone had sounded, what it might suggest, but she hoped, in some ways that it urged him to keep doing something. After all, she had decided to play along, at least for a little while. To manipulate Light with her magic, to bend him to her will, before ultimately, punishing him for being a man, and wanting to do the things some men, (if not all of them), wanted to do with pretty women. She thought she could achieve this either by bringing him to a point where he wanted to do naughty things, and then let him in on her little game, the elaborate ruse, or simply, run away in the middle of things, saying something about how shifts were painful, and morning was coming, and it simply wasn't meant to be this night as it was not for him to watch her change. She wasn't quite sure what it would be yet, if it was either one of the two in the end, as she wasn't sure how the night would unfold. Talya would have to let it do so, she decided; going with the flow to the best of her ability, before ultimately, ceasing the night however it seemed best and the most natural to do so.

[Bartholomew]

A goddess, she was, in the most graceful appearance. Light was sure of it. How could she be anything but a deity of the most highest beauty? In the moment he kissed her cheek, then backed away to give her room to breath, he thought he had saw a goddess glowing magnificently under the moonlight. Her eyes alone sent his head in spirals, the delicate feel of the skin of her cheek made his heart pound, and the look of surprise that she gave him gifted a small yearning to continue, just to see if she would give him what would be enough to make him die a happy man: a smile.

As slowly, yet with more desire than before, Light gave her a kiss just below the spot on her cheek which he kissed before. Talya's other fingers found his, and for a tick Light realized that she was holding him lovingly. "Slowly," she whispered, and Light followed her advise. He kept his heart calm and moved as though he had thousand years to enjoy her skin. His lips found a spot closer to hers, and he rested them there, savoring the small moment of gentle contact, detaching then reattaching with the same delicate care which he gave her before. "Caress, but don't kiss."

Light moved his other hand to Talya's leg, placing a dainty finger where she once hid her dagger. His fingers wanted nothing more than to feel every soft portion of her skin, and his body wanted nothing more than to know hers in the most intimate of ways. Slowly, Light moved his fingers from the lower portion of her legs to her thighs, all the while staring at her illuminating eyes, looking to see if she approved. The last thing he would want was to upset this exotic woman and have her leave to never be seen again.

His hands then moved from her thighs to her waist, then he would gently pull her to him and engage in wondrous, loving bodily contact. He would hold her, and wrap his arm around her middle, while his lips would once again make way to her head, to her precious lips.

But before he would make contact, he would stop. "No, this isn't right..." Light would say then slowly move away from her. Guilt would hold his heart and replace the feeling of lust which he loved so much before. "I am sorry, Talya, but I must tell you the truth." Light would let go of her completely, then begin to cradle his legs with the arms that once held only Talya. "I had foolish plans of using your body, Talya, for my own pleasure... But I can't do it. That is because treating a woman as beautiful as you as just a toy for my own lust... That would be a sin. If I was any other man I would cut myself down for my sacrilegious act."

He wouldn't look at her; he couldn't look at her. The boy would have heavy guilt in his heart, and he would feel as though a worthy punishment would be to never look at her beauty again. Forever knowing the image of the bland grass, and losing the pleasure of knowing the outlines of her face would make him remember to never treat a woman like this again.

[Talya]

His lips crept closer to hers. She could feel them against her cheek; the edge of her own lips. Their touch was warm, as was the breath that slipped through the crack, and cascaded down the side of her cheek, before evaporating around her neck. He pulled away slowly; he seemed to search her, or maybe himself, judging by his expression. He was listening to her, no he was listening to the magic Talya had begun to learn over her time upon the earth. He was reaching for her, as opposed to kissing her. Pressing against her leg, and then suggestively against her thigh, before enveloping her. Pulling her close; looking longingly into her eyes. Talya's breath caught in her throat. Her heart beat a little faster. She thought that they were going to kiss again. That he was going to kiss her, but for real this time. Not something playful and innocent against the cheek; but something deeper, something more passionate against the lips. But then something transpired. His eyes seemed to distance themselves temporarily from reality, before coming back into focus. Locking upon her, and then tearing away. He pulled away too, and their bodies unraveled. Her hand falling as they moved. He wasn't looking at her, and she wondered what had happened. It wouldn't take Light long to explain himself to her. Talya would listen in silence, a bemused grin spreading across her lips momentarily before she hid it. A light-hearted glimmer springing into her eyes, which she too hid, in favor of something else. Light had ruined her little game. The toy had snapped a string and broken out of the box. But she would trap him; she would force him back into the chest with the others. She would learn how to play with him again; she would just have to learn to play a new sort of game of her own invention, and so she would. She began by making her body look rigid. Or as rigid as she could manage. Her back straightened out, so that it seemed as taut as a bow's string when it was being drawn back. She wanted to seem as tall and imposing as possible. Her neck stretched, and then scrunched. Settling for a tilted angle. Her hands she let fall to her side. She balled them into tight fists; so forcefully so that her skin blanched, and her nails dug into the inside of her palms, which didn't seem to help the matter at all. She let her eyes flash dangerously, making sure to fall into the light and shadow cast by the moon, in the hopes that it would add to the effect. Her brow furrowed. She hoped she was pushing out her veins. "Are you saying," Talya began, as she did her best to make her voice cold as ice; darker than the far side of the moon, "that you took me for a loose woman?" she asked. "Someone, easy?" she questioned, making it impossible for Light to confuse her rage, fabricated or otherwise, with anything else. "How... dare... you?" Talya questioned, as she said each word slowly. Spacing them out as she enunciated each of them in turn, to the best of her ability. As soon as the words had left her lips, she would raise her right hand to slap him across her face. As soon as her palm had made impact with him, in the same moment when his skin began to flash red or he flinched away from her, she would begin sending silent suggestions to him. The first insisting that he feel a sense of shame, the second, a deeper sense of guilt. As she pulled her hand away, and returned it to her side, looking for all intents and purposes to be enraged, she cried, "you should be ashamed of yourself!" she added as she wove her hypnotic djed into her words, before falling silent, and wondering what sort of effect her speech and her suggestions would have on the young man. Talya simply couldn't wait to find out. OOCBold italics are things being emphasized, anything in italics is meant to be hypnotic stuff. Also- going away this weekend, may not be posting again until Monday. Just a heads up.

[Bartholomew]

Something was wrong. Light's emotions, his feeling of deep shame and guilt flared wildly when Talya spoke. She opened her hand and gave him a hard slap, making him feel even worse than he ever felt. His mind became clouded with the cruel pain of what he had done, and no matter how many times he had told himself that it was alright, that he did not push too far, and that she was only overreacting, Light could not get rid of this shame.

He didn't know what was wrong, why he was feeling this way? Why could he not calm himself?! It was driving him insane, making him angry, but no matter how angry he got all he felt was shame. It was like his mind only had one function, and that was to make him feel incredibly guilty. Light didn't like it, and he wanted this pain in his head to go away, but he couldn't get rid of it, it was always there!

Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh! A familiar voice inside Light's head sounded. He listened to it's dark tone, it's maniacal feel, and he felt himself grow calm, his insanity deteriorating. Light didn't realize it before, but he had been holding his head while in a sitting fetal position. His mouth tasted dry, like he had been screaming one word over and over again, as if saying it would make all his recent confusion fly away. "No..." Light repeated for the hundredth time, knowing that he had definitely turned into a child within that small time frame of Talya slapping him.

Light looked at Talya and suddenly saw that someone was sitting next to her, on the other side from where he was. That person, he saw, was him, or at least an image of himself. It looked like him, even sat in the same position that he was sitting in. The only difference was that smoke as dark as shadows under the moonlight stemmed from the person's body.

Light knew who that mysterious person was, and also knew that Talya could not see him like Light could. That person was the imaginary friend Light had made up long ago to end the horrible pain of loneliness, and to keep himself from being driven insane. All that Talya probably saw was Light looking over her, as though he was staring at a ghost that stood next to her. She could not see him, she could not hear him, but Light could. Yes, he knew this person well. He named this person Shadow, and this person named him...

Liiiiiiiiight, you stupid, stupid boy. Shadow gave a dehumanizing tone to Light, all the while looking as deviously amused as the vilest of ziths. How could you allow this bitch to fool you like so?

The smoke engulfed Light's imaginary friend, and suddenly shadow was behind Light. She played with your mind, Liiiiiiiight. She made you feel what she wanted, abused your thoughts while you allowed your penis to think for you, and now she is playing with your mind some more.

Shadow placed an arm over Light's shoulder and pointed to Talya, and for the first time since he confessed his thinking, Light looked at her.

Look at her! Shadow screamed at Light. Look at her and see the true evil in front of you! Reeeeaaaally look at her, you dumbarse, and think of all she has done! She used you, played with your mind while you let your PENIS do the THINKING! Look at her and think about what she truly is!

At first, Light looked at Talya with confusion, silently thinking over something to himself, but when Shadow screamed in Light's head, Light's look of confusion turned into understanding. "Hypnotist," he mumbled to himself, certain that Talya would not be able to hear.

Yeeeeeee- Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh-eeeeees. Hypnotist. Shadow was now next to Talya, staring at Light, then Talya, and then Light again with that sinister grin of his. Light had not listened to Shadow since a long time ago, all because of that evil grin. But now that he was restudying magic, his mind was becoming a pot full of insanity. He was seeing illusions of himself beckoning him to use more magic, he was having random episodes of magic over use and crazily destroying everything he could, and he was conjuring up Shadow again, a creature whose whispers in Light's head were much more dangerous than Talya's.

You are not going to take this, Light. You are a hypnotist! You will not be fooled around by some chick with nice racks! You will show her, make her know the consequences of playing with your petched up mind! This creature of Leth and thinker of Rhysol will NOT make a FOOL of YOU!

Light's sudden look of clarity turned into flaming anger, and what he would do next was a flurry of furious and sexual actions only caused by the whispers of two horrible creatures. Light would suddenly jump on Talya and force her to lay on the ground while he laid on top of her. He would be sure to hold down her arms with a fierce grip so that she would not be able to use them. Light would look confused, then angry, and then confused again, only listening to the devious voice of Shadow.

Yeeeeeeeees! Shooooooow her! SHOOOOOOOW HER! Shadow would scream while Light would begin to roughly kiss Talya. Everything gentle about him would be gone, and he would be nothing but a monster into even his own eyes.

"Talya..." Light would whisper to her, keeping his head low so that her horns would not strike him. "Leth and Rhysol are watching..." He would then straddle her stomach and release her arms just so that he could roughly rip open her clothing to expose her breasts.

[Talya]

Talya blinked a few times. She studied his face. It was changing, she could see it. It wasn't simply in the way the shadows of the moon danced over the contours of his features, highlighting some while casting others in darkness, Light's entire demeanor changed. He curled up; his body rigid; muscles tensed and coiled. She could only make out his profile now; or rather, small portions of it as he hid himself from her. Was he still ashamed, or was it something further? Concerned more for her own well-being than his own, she whispered, "Light, are you ok?" but she didn't get an answer. Maybe it had been quieter than she thought. So she reached out her right hand to touch him, but then decided against it, as she was unsure as to how he would react. "Light?" she tried again, a little louder this time, but it didn't seem to make any difference. She determined then that it may be best to study him with a power greater than her eyes, so she concentrated fully on his rounded form for a few moments, as she took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. Slowly, her pupils dilated, as she fell into a sort of trance, and Light's aura came into view. The aura was thin; kept close to Light's body, as though he were somehow protecting it from her sight, which couldn't have been possible, for if he were, he would have to be a master of the art. Clearly, he wasn't as Talya could still see the aura, which made her wonder if the aura were somehow sickly. But how could an aura be sickly? She shook her head lightly, she was being ridiculous she knew, and she was wasting time, so she forced herself to return to her reading. She found that the aura was a mixture of colors, or rather, in some ways their absence, and in others, their tumultuous end. The vision was in black and white; the mixture a rapidly swirling eddy, which puckered and popped in several areas. As though she were looking down on a bubbling swamp, or a pot of boiling water that was being stirred by a ladle or something. The two colors seemed to be about evenly balanced, although as she watched, the darkness began to overcome. This worried her, as it made Talya feel that Light was battling something within himself. Something that she could not see; making him about as conflicted as she often felt. Next, Talya sniffed the air. But she could not smell anything radiating off the aura. Nor could she taste anything when she licked the aura, and then concentrated for a few moments. However, when she strained to listen, she could hear something emanating from the depths of the dark aura. They sounded like whispers, in hushed, masculine voices. The words indistinct; impossible to make out. Or perhaps they were simply gibberish, words of another tongue's lexicon that she simply didn't understand, despite her stores of knowledge; fragmented memories of past lives and experiences. She wondered what the whispers meat. Maybe they were a literal take on "sweet whispers," she thought she sensed some sort of magic in the aura, some level of familiarity but- Talya hadn't noticed him. She had been so distracted by the process of reading the man's aura, that she hadn't seen his shadow pass over her as he uncoiled, and sprang at her, as though he were a frog. Trance now broken, the aura fell away, and a wave of exhaustion passed over her, making her eyes feel heavy and hard to keep open. Light's hands, meanwhile had turned to her wrists. His palms pressed against them and the top of her hands, his fingers winding around their slender length. His nails digging into her skin; emblazoning them with whitened crescents, against a deeply red background. Her skin warmed; his hands were warm, if not a little sweaty. His lips were sizzling. They burned her as he planted fervent kisses all over. Silencing her momentarily with them. His body was on fire, and pressed against her too, holding her down. His eyes seemed wide and frantic. He seemed distant and crazed. "What are you doing?" Talya roared, as she struggled to get herself up, and throw him off of her. Any remnants of her previous trance clearing from her eyes. "Off!" she cried. "Get off of me!" she huffed. "Right now," she added, as she rocked her body back and forth, and pushed against his arms with her own as hard as she could, in an attempt to make any sort of wiggle room, which she could then use to help her break free. But it didn't seem to be of any use. He didn't budge at all. Frantic, as her heart beat faster, and her throat grew dry as her breath continually got caught in it, Talya forced herself to swallow. Wetting her throat with her saliva. "Let go of me!" Talya cried as her eyes widened and then shut. Talya held them close for a moment as she flailed, and then forced them open as he released her wrists. Her hardened gaze faltering to the point where it appeared as though she may cry tears of joys, as her magic seemed to be working. "And get off," Talya added, as her temples began to throb, and she pulled her legs in toward her chest, and then tried to buck up. But it didn't seem to knock him off, and a moment later, she realized that her hypnosis had worked, and it hadn't. Yes, Light had let go, but he had also reached for something else. Her clothes- he clutched one end of her dress in either hand, and was yanking on it rather hard. She could hear the threads groaning as she looked down, and realized what he was trying to do. "Right now!" Talya tried again as she wriggled around, and the threads at the center of her dress, under the collared cut began to rip. She could hear the threads pulling apart slowly; feel the cool night air caress her newly exposed skin; she shivered. "Damn you Light, get the petch off of me!" Talya roared, as she bucked again, and failed to knock him off her. Gritting her teeth as he continued his litany of awfully wet, and contrastingly dirty, biting kisses. "Now!" she added with an inward groan, before deciding to try a different tactic. Her dagger wasn't far away. She could see it flashing in the moonlight, just past her head, calling to her. She reached out. Stretching her fingers as far as she could. If only she could reach it she knew, she had a chance. She could fight him off and break free; she was competent with a blade. Talya's fingers scratched at the ground. Flitting past blades of grass that tickled her bare skin; while pulling up small grains of dirt that became lodged under her nails. Come on, she thought to herself, as she nibbled her lower lip, and several beads of sweat began to appear on her brow. Just a little more, just a little bit farther, she told herself as Light's lips trailed lower. A little more... Talya's fingers brushed up against the hilt. The nails digging into the wires. She pushed it a bit away, but urged herself on, arching her back a little so that she would rock closer. It seemed to do the trick, as a moment later, she had managed to snake her right pointer finger around it, and pull it closer to her. In another moment, her other fingers had wrapped themselves around the hilt, and she had pressed her palm against it, as she took hold in a forward grip, and swiftly guided her arm inward with all the strength she could muster. She moved it in a wide arc, hoping to slam her arm against the side of Light's neck before he could move to stop her. From there, she hoped he would roll off of her. If not, she'd do what she could to slam her arm into him again, and knock him off of her, before rolling on top, and stabbing at his face. Killing him preferably, if not gauging out an eye or two. OOCA few things: 1- Oh look it's Gollum! ^^ 2- Sorry this went over most of what you had, and didn't add a whole ton. Hope that's ok. 3- I think Light owes Tal a new dress. >.< 4- Long post means chances for lots of oopses. If you see any problems, please don't hesitate to pm me about them, so I can mend the post.

[Bartholomew]

Screams, Light thought as he began his assault on her. All she gave out was screams. " "Get off of me!" She said."Right now!" She cried. However, no matter what she did, she could not force him off of her.

Light went at her quick, ripping up her dress to reveal her breasts. His lips went all over her while she tried her damnedest to get him off. Unfortunately for her, that would be nearly impossible. She was Light's for the night, whether she liked it or not.

Even still, she fought back, refusing to have any part of his tree inside her. Talya used mostly magic to control Light, but Light knew about her hypnotism. And each time she tried to use her abilities on him, his mind would grow even stronger against it.

With no means of getting him off through her powers, Talya decided to go with the violent route. Light did not notice that she was reaching for a dagger. His mouth was busy suckling her, and his fingers were already ripping open her panties. Light was determined to make her pay, or, at least that is what he thought he was doing. Shadow never stopped talking in his mind, telling Light that what he was doing was right, and that she deserved much worse for what she did. At this moment, Light had forgotten all about what she did.

It was when Light had ruined Talya's clothing fully that she struck him. She threw her arm into his neck, causing him to lose the very breath from his system. Light reeled off of her, slamming his butt on the ground while he tried to recover from her attack. Talya had decided to straddle him, and finally end his life. It was then that Light saw her dagger, in her hands and ready to penetrate his face. Apollo couldn't let himself die now, not to a naked woman while his cock stood between his legs. So, Light grabbed both of Talya's wrists before she could kill him.

The position they sat in gave Light a disadvantage, so he would need to get her off of him to gain dominance once again. No longer was there any reason to attack this beautiful woman other than for his own stubborn means. He didn't enjoy what he was doing, but there was no going back now. Let chaos reign, he thought to himself before he acted.

To get her off of him, Light would head-butt her mouth, wishing that this would be enough to get her away. He would then stand and stare upon her naked body with a fervent glare. He wouldn't smile like many other men would, instead tears would begin to go down his eyes. If she tried to run, he would go after her and continue with what he was trying to do; but if she stayed to try and kill him again, Light would shake his head and try to talk to her.

"Tell me," he would say if she wanted to listen. "How does it feel to have your body used for someone elses own pleasure? I know what you did, I know what power you hold because I hold the same. I am not done with you yet, I will not quit until I get what I want. I will let you know the true emotional turmoil that you cause. However if you stop fighting me, I promise you that I will treat you right and even pay for food and new clothing for you afterwards."

OOCSorry it took me so long to post. The past few weeks have been EXTREMELY busy for me. Any who, I hope my post was worth the wait!

[Talya]

As Light tried to head but her, Talya would force her dagger down, but it wouldn't strike, it would fall to the side in the dirt. Furious, she would wrench it free of the earth. Ignore the dark grains that fell from the point, and cut the glisten from the sharpened edge. She clenched her teeth as her eyes widened; their countenance overcome by her fury, so that they seemed crazed, the tiny veins within pulsing angrily as the two continued to struggle, and before she could bring her dagger down on his face, she was forced from power. At first, as it was still being usurped, they rolled around, and she kept knocking against his side with her arm. She could feel her hair matting as they slid against the earth; their legs intertwined, fidgeting around rather often, in an attempt to get the better hold and the better positioning. But eventually, after several breaths, and several hurried heartbeats she found herself on the bottom again, wiggling around, with the dagger still in her hand. "Who said anything about that?" she hissed, as she brought her arm up to strike him again, as tears streamed down his face, and she began to wonder all the more what in the world was going on here. "What the petch is wrong with you?" Talya screamed as she tried to buck and wiggled around again. "Why are you crying and trying to do this? Bloody Leth, commit to something!" she screamed as she rocked, and tried to bring her arm around for another strike; the emphasis placed on her words meant to distract more than anything else. "And you will be paying me for my things either way- especially when you lie dead on the forest floor!" she added, as she mustered all of her remaining strength, and bucked wildly again, in an attempt to throw him off. If she managed, she'd scramble on top of him, hold his arms down with her left hand if she could, and then slowly cut down their seams. Spilling blood meant to scar and torture more than anything else. "You will submit to me," she said, as she weaved her hypnotic djed back into her words, as she didn't understand yet how Light was steeling himself against her, "and not do as you please," she continued. "Instead, you will return to acting like a proper gentleman, and you will stay off and remain a safe distance, and await the punishment that you deserve." The Ethaefal smirked. "Is that entirely clear? Or does it have to be made all the more clear for you?" she inquired, as her blade flashed menacingly in the moonlight. OOCOh that's quite alright. Also- made some assumptions again- let me know if it isn't ok. Erm... make that a whole new outfit. ^^ Talya needs some new moves too...