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Old Made New (Rue)

Postby Colt on July 25th, 2014, 4:04 pm

ImageRue leaned forward delicately, and it took a great deal of effort for Shahar not to tense. The space between them compressed until it almost crackled with a feeling Shahar had long since given up trying to define, scorching at him and sending a single, nervous shudder through his body. She put her hands by his sides, his waist, his hips, his ribs, but her fingers ghosted over the cloth without touching it.

Look here, she said. Here is respect for self and others.

Shahar looked down. That was where self-respect was?

“The lines here are straight and fitted, not the flare of a gut grown soft with age and disuse.” Fitted to show care for yourself and those under your care.

Those under his care? His stomach showed care for Hope and Slither, too? Being "handsome" was certainly complicated.

She moved to his arms, and he remained stock-still as she took the fabric and rearranged it, every shift on his skin sending jolts of electricity to his very bones. He shuddered again without meaning to.

And here, dedication. “The work you do is hard, and there is pride in the ability to do it.” And more.

Her hands moved still farther upwards, past his shoulders and coming to hover above the small V of exposed flesh at the neckline. His skin was alive with sensation, even though she herself still did not touch; everywhere her fingers hovered, a tingle lingered below, preparing for them to descend until even their absence felt, in itself, like a touch. She was impossibly close now, so close that he was afraid she would be able to hear his heart pounding against his ribcage.

See here, this is pride.

Pride? he barely managed to sign.

Pride in care of oneself. It brings the eyes to masculinity and strength found here.

Her fingers traveled up his neck, bringing with them the fire under his skin and coming to grace past his jaw. His eyes lost their focus on Rue’s face as he lost his grasp on everything save for her hands, hands that were still continuing their journey upwards. Blood roared through his ears. He was getting a bit lightheaded.

Most importantly, she said, fingers resting over his cheekbones. Here.

Shahar didn’t even have enough control of his body to sign.

This is kindness.

Shahar’s eyes fluttered closed. Rue reached to trace the rims of his sockets, but their closeness and difference in size was a disadvantage; something went wrong, she lost her footing, and what little space remained between them was lost. She fell against him, and for a moment Shahar was too surprised to react. But then his baser instincts arose from where he had forced them down, and he slid back a half-step to account for Rue’s sudden and unexpected weight. His hands moved of their own accord, coming up to clasp Rue’s arms in reaction to her fall; it was something like support, something like a defense, or, at least, that was what it had begun as––now Shahar didn’t know what it was, didn’t know what to do or even if he could do anything. Her body was against his, her ear against the crook of his jaw, overwhelming him with the scent of her hair, her skin, her clothes, everything that was her; he was paralyzed and helpless against her, unable to do anything but try desperately to draw in breath as his lungs suddenly refused to work properly. He didn’t jump in fear or shy away from her, but neither did he move to help her or make any more contact than his hands on her arms; he simply stood, breathing softly into her hair, and waited for it to end.
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Postby Naiya on July 25th, 2014, 5:28 pm

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Rue was ready to fall, she played it through her mind the instant before it happened. She felt her body crash against Shahar, and understood that he would step back, and she would continue her tumble to the ground. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the moment to throw her hands out and catch her fall.

It didn't come.

Slowly she began to process. There was warmth along the front of her body that sent the sparking electricity through her, the one that had kicked her into the panic of a fall. For that was what it felt like, falling, but she realized it was falling of an entirely different kind.

The soft movement of her hair was not from falling, as she'd thought, but a tempo of breaths, shaking with tension, yet more effective than the all together stopping of hers.

Next she became aware of the pressure on her arms, tight, clutching, but not painful, it was what had kept her balance forward, pressing against the source of the burning heat that seemed to engulf her.

"Shahar." The word was hardly more than the whooshing release of her pent up breath that came bouncing back to her in the same instant that it left, for her head lay cradled at the base of his neck. Her breath pressed softly against the skin of his neck, returning to her with the scent of his skin, and she sighed in part relief and part what may have been bliss.

Her eyes snapped open as realization hit all at once, but only after enough time had passed for her actions to change from innocent accident to something more. She moved to step back, to put more distance between them, but his grip at her elbows prevented her from putting more than a few inches of space between them. The zing of electricity should have faded, but in stead it seemed to grow more intense where his touch still lingered.

She could barely manage to breathe, let alone sign, but still she managed to shape her body into embarrassed apology, although it hardly erased her actions, and did nothing to change the rapid tempo of her heart.

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Postby Colt on July 25th, 2014, 6:02 pm

ImageThe loose nature of the collar left his neck exposed to the gentle whisper of her breath. He was motionless, she was motionless, both trapped within each other and unable to retreat from whatever line they had just crossed.

“Shahar.” It was little more than a breath of air against his neck, drawing out a shiver and a sharp intake of air. Sound was not within his grasp, but he realized with surprise that his body had molded into a state of great deference. To her. To Rue.

He wasn’t sure what it was that happened––a sound in the distance, the flapping of the tent, the dropping of a stone––to make the moment end as it did, with a sudden snap of returning senses and the realization that they had been too close, too quiet, too long. Rue stepped away as much as she was able, arms still bound by his, posture a mask of embarrassment and apology. Shahar’s grip slackened, fingers loosening until his hands were doing little more than resting around her arms, but they did not fall away. Shahar was dazed, and it hadn’t quite yet occurred to him that she should pull away entirely, and so he simply remained holding her with a grip that even a child would have no trouble breaking.

oocdeference: humble submission and respect
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Postby Naiya on July 25th, 2014, 6:48 pm

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She caught only the barest hint of something in his posture, echoing of respect maybe -but that hardly made sense- before it shifted, dazed. She felt it too, the sense of disconnect, though more prominently she felt absence. She was painfully aware of what she had lost in moving away, warmth, comfort, and something else that she couldn't quite name-- it was what one felt when coming home, only her home had not offered her that feeling once in as long as she could remember.

The loss of it she felt just from creating distance between them was staggering, even with the feel of it lingering slightly from his softened grip on her arms, and she couldn't quite face the thought of what it would feel like when even that was gone.

She didn't have to face it yet, because held her still, gently in a way that said he might not let go unless she wished it. Did that mean that he was similarly reluctant?

No, of course not, she told herself, it wasn't possible that he shared any of the feelings that filled her, that battled for dominance in her mind. They were feelings of - she wouldn't name it, denying it even in her own mind, but it didn't matter because he didn't feel it. She was attractive only as a bed warmer, and no Drykas man in his right mind would want something with so little use. No, if any sort of feelings were had for her by another, it was because her father promised an impressive dowry. It was a far higher price than usual because, as he oft reminded her, it was likely the only way to convince someone to take her.

So this, it was a projection of her feelings onto him, nonexistent to the man before her. Yet, she found she couldn't break away from his touch. Instead she pulled further away, tentatively her hand moved across his forearm, the pads of her fingers hyper-aware of the crisscrossing of scars found there. Her hand lingered at his as she turned, her other hand pulling entirely away as she began to move.

He would take her invitation or not, and when he didn't she would continue on her path collecting the clothing he desired and depositing them with him before sending him on his way.

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Postby Colt on July 25th, 2014, 7:47 pm

ImageShe lingered as she was, neither pulling away from Shahar nor pulling closer. When she finally did move, it was not with her feet; her arms went higher, coming to meet his and causing his hands to lose their grip. They slid downwards, past her elbows even as she began to explore his forearms and the scars that lay there. His hands remained reluctant to leave her completely, although he himself did not know why.

Their hands met for a single, brief instant when they parted––her palms against the back of his knuckles––and then they were separate again. Rue was silent as she stepped away, putting more and more distance between them and set about to picking up her fabrics. As if nothing had happened.

Shahar’s daze faded as she moved farther away, and he looked at the ground to give himself time to organize his thoughts. As she worked, he was again inclined to listen; he heard her steps when she walked, heard the rustle of fabric when she picked things up. He looked up when she came back to him, more clothing in hand and accepted it with gratitude.

He felt a bit hurt at the brusqueness of her motions, as if whatever had happened was nothing to pay attention to, but kept his posture resiliently grateful and nothing else. He couldn’t help the sinking feeling that he had done something wrong, that he had embarrassed or offended her in some way, and if she remained silent then he didn’t want to break that silence and risk making things worse. The lingering ghost of where she had been against him was still there, although he was beginning to think that perhaps he was the only one.

When she had completed giving him what she wanted, he shifted the articles so he could sign.

Enough for the badger? he said, and despite his best efforts he couldn't keep what's wrong? out of his posture.
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Postby Naiya on July 25th, 2014, 8:53 pm

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Shahar let her go, as she had known he would and she did as she had promised herself she would, gathering a small assortment of pieces that she deemed would suit him, something that took far less time to decide, and far more time to find. The state of the small shop was chaotic at best, if there was an underlying organization to the mix she couldn't discern it.

So she moved about at a pace hampered by confusion and tempered by stress. She stole glances at the man as she worked, hurt and sorrow fighting to be seen through the guise of tight controlled motions. With each look at him, or even at the clothing in his size, she was reminded of how well she had fitted to his body, of how strong he had been to catch her with hardly a thought.

When these thoughts picked at her she ducked once more behind the thickness of her hair, hiding more from herself than from him, though he could hardly know that by looking.

When she finally returned there was a forced gratitude to his posture, and she knew she needed to say something to excuse her behavior. Before the words came to her he was signing something in his hands, a question she almost missed when his body, more distracting than ever, shifted to form a question of its own. Her heart stuttered in her chest and she had to take a shuddering breath in to calm herself before she could respond.

Rue nodded firmly to his first question after signing to him Two of each, there would be no further negotiation on the worth of the badger, and she would have told him so if she could have trusted her voice not to waiver if not break entirely when she spoke.

Her body curved dramatically into Deep sorrow, seeking undeserved forgiveness. Instead of speaking she signed her next words, I have overstepped my bounds, I hope you will accept my most sincere apology. The words were maybe overly formal, and felt strange after the closeness they had shared, but then she corrected herself, the closeness she had forced on him. Suddenly the formality seemed only more appropriate.

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Postby Colt on July 25th, 2014, 10:06 pm

ImageHer hair shrouded her once more as she approached with new clothes to add to the already substantial pile. She affirmed his first question, which came as a small relief; the carcass, at least, was something he would no longer have to deal with.

His second question, however, elicited a far more unexpected reaction. Rue’s posture morphed into one of great error, sadness, as if she had been the one to act wrongly. Shahar was baffled, even more so at the signs that followed.

I have overstepped my bounds, I hope you will accept my most sincere apology.

Apology? Shahar asked in complete and utter confusion, signs somewhat hampered by the clothing in his arms.

Unnecessary, reassurance, why?

After thinking that he was to blame, the idea it being her fault was almost silly to think about.
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Postby Naiya on July 26th, 2014, 5:38 am

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His confusion was practically a shout, hard to miss even hiding behind her hair. Tension tightened the muscles in her entire body, she clenched her fists behind her back to hide the gesture. Maybe she had been wrong about the man, maybe he was not kind but cruel disguised by falsehood.

Did he mean to embarrass her further by forcing her to lay out her error for him to examine? She couldn't imagine having to further explain, were her actions not enough?

Stress her body read heedless of her intention to stay neutral.

She had never met someone who lied so convincingly with their body. Did that mean he was genuinely confused? She was usually better at reading people, but her emotions were so frayed, she could hardly read anything in him any more.

But she had never been so wrong about a person, so his confusion must have been genuine. He deserved an explanation.

Surely he grew angry with her as he waited. It was only more time for him to process her inappropriate behavior.

This was all too much for Rue, and unthinking she fell back on the behaviors that had been drilled into her over the last year.

Repentant her body trembled with strain but still she managed to convey the word. I shouldn't have- regret, shame, embarrassment. She abandoned the thought of signing her words, for the trembling was more obvious in her hands. She began again, speaking this time but her voice had abandoned her.

I shouldn't have, I didn't mean to force myself, violated your personal space, attentions you did not ask for, heartfelt apology. The jumbled mess of words grew only harder to make out as her hands became less steady. She hadn't looked at him since she had read the confusion in his body, but she didn't need to see him to know he would be angry.

She couldn't bring her eyes up from the length of ground between them, instead she clutched her arms around herself and squeezed her eyes shut, letting her hair shroud most of her upper body.

What price would she pay this man for her disrespect?

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Postby Colt on July 26th, 2014, 3:13 pm

ImageHer body read stress in every plane, and Shahar’s stomach dropped. Had he done something wrong? Again?

She remained frozen for a long moment, unresponding, which just made the confusion worse; why did she not speak? Why did she stand as if his words had somehow caused her pain?

He needed to leave, he realized. He needed to leave now. He didn’t know what the inexplicable strain writ upon her shoulders was, but he was smart enough to know that he was somehow the source.

After what felt like an eternity, Rue exploded into sign after sign that shook so badly that they were difficult for Shahar to make out before they had blended into the next one. The pattern, however, was easy enough to pick up: I shouldn’t have, I didn’t mean to, my fault. She was in great distress, and Shahar had no idea what to say back to her. He’d tried saying that it wasn’t her fault, but that was what had triggered this convoluted string of words. He didn’t dare do so again. He was reluctant to say anything, really, because he had already made the situation worse and surely would again if he stepped too far.

Which brought him back to his earlier realization.

No, I… but those words died in his hands, forcing him to move on. I… should leave.
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Postby Naiya on July 26th, 2014, 11:05 pm

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Startled Rue's head snapped up, she had expected his anger, not the gently stated words that would lead to his absence. He was just going to take his things and go. Once again she had been wrong about his reactions. Maybe she should have tried harder to explain, or asked him what he meant. If only she understood what he wanted.

Rue tried to ignore the wrenching of her heart at his words. 'I should leave' he'd said. She should have been glad. Should have agreed, thanked him for his business and let him go, but he looked like a kicked puppy, hurt and unsure as to what he had done.

It didn't make sense, and the sight of him so summoned a new pain in her chest that echoed through her entire body. Maybe if she had understood her own feelings better she might have been able to read his, but so frantic as she was she wasn't likely to manage such a feat.

She stilled herself with a deep breath, then began to sign once more. Confusion, She said, I don't understand a loose gesture to the room and the space between them that was a hasty combination that read like 'anything' but carried the undertones shared feelings.

A furrow appeared between her brows, a combination of pain and confusion defined in the lines of her face that suddenly looked so deep. Her heart pounded in her chest, spiking with pain on tempo. She wanted to run away. She wanted to stay and figure out what was happening.

Yes. She finally said, despite the turmoil of her thoughts, It may be best if you do. It hurt her to say so, but she managed to force the words into the heaviness of the space between them.

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