Dance with me tonight
10-23-2014, 10:48 AM
Everything had been going well. He and Phoebe had been getting along wonderfully, something the titan had never expected to have happened. The russet woman had wormed her way into the seasoned warrior's heart and there was no going back now. He had become quite attached to her, which would explain why he hadn't separated himself from her side since having met her. But then the storm came. Conan had weathered storms before; he was no stranger to them. But all of the storms he'd braved had been on a giant mass of land, not on an island separated from the mainland. This was his first island storm and he hoped it was his last. It had been a terrible thing, ferocious in its strength and size. He had done everything that he could to get Phoebe to safety, make sure that she would make it out of the storm unharmed, but the beast hadn't been so lucky. The storm swept him away, carried him off into its dark waters, away from the russet woman. That was the last time he'd seen her. The storm carried him away to the farthest corner of Alacritis, injuring the titan in the process, causing him to temporarily loose his memory. It was a struggle when he'd come to, not knowing where he was, especially being unable to remember Phoebe. But he worked through his trauma until one day everything just clicked back into place and he realized months had passed since he'd last seen Phoebe. The need to see her drove the man to wander all across Alacritis, hunting for a trace of her scent that would lead him to her. It had taken him quite some time, but he had finally found it near the dormant volcano in the region. He only hoped that she hadn't forgotten about him in his time of absence. Sooty paws would pull the giant across the landscape, powerful muscles contracting and expanding as he moved along, ruby eyes scanning the area. Phoebe's scent was strong here; she had to be here somewhere. Massive skull would be thrown back towards the heavens, lips parting as a call hummed from deep within his chest. He called to the russet woman, hoping that by some miracle he would receive an answer. A moment later his skull would drop back to its normal position, audits attentive as he patrolled the area, listening intently for the familiar voice of Phoebe. "Burn Baby Burn" |
10-23-2014, 11:17 AM
Raising children had never been Phoebe's life goal. She had never seen herself as a mother. Instead she had always been the wild child, the doting aunt, the cheerful sister. She had always been around for the rest of her family and took care of their children, but had never dreamed that she might have her own branch of the family to care for. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She had let herself dream that dream for the briefest of moments after she fell for Conan. But the huge male had disappeared and no amount of searching for him had helped her find him. She had given up, not just on Conan but herself. Her mind had snapped and she went spiraling into insanity, sleeping with every willing male she came across just so she would feel wanted. Her pregnancy had been her wake up call and now, as she sat outside her den watching Hera and Aura play, she could pretend to be content with her life. She had shut out thoughts about Conan and her brother long ago, the memories just too painful to bear.
Then the voice that had echoed through her mind for months, the one that still haunted her dreams cut through the air and her whole body froze, her silver gaze widening with shock and disbelief. "It can't be... That's impossible, I'm imagining things. I have to be." But she realized with a start that her girls had heard it too when they came running toward her, wondering who was howling. Her ears flicked back for a moment before she could put on a calm face, smiling and standing while nosing the pups into the den. "Don't worry, it's just an old friend of mine. You two stay here and don't leave the den till I get back okay? Be good girls, I'll be right back."
With that Phoebe turned and ran. She ran toward the direction the howl had come from, her paws skittering over the rocky landscape, legs pulling her forward as fast as they could. Moments later she saw him. His large, dark form was unmistakable and it made her skid to a hault. She was behind him with at least a dozen feet between them. Her heart was racing, her mind still trying to process that he was really there. She slowly started moving closer, more slowly this time, tears sparkling in her silver gaze. "Conan..." Her voice was soft and rough, her heart aching and lungs barely able to put air behind her words.
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10-23-2014, 11:35 AM
She had plagued his dreams, his thoughts, his every waking moment. Since having recovered his memory, there hadn't been a moment that the beast hadn't been consumed with the desire to see the russet woman again. He had to find her, to make sure that she had made it through the storm alright. She needed to know that he hadn't left her of his own volition. She had to know that he hadn't abandoned her, that he'd been trying for months to find her. He needed to tell her how he really felt...he needed to confess his love for the woman. His time spent away from Phoebe had brought on the realization that he loved her. They had spent so much time together before the storm that it had been something in the making, but after the storm and the loss of his memory it was when Conan realized that he loved Phoebe. He would do anything for her, even give his own life if it meant she was able to continue living. He couldn't go the rest of his life not knowing if she didn't feel the same way. He could feel the organ in his chest thumping against its constraints, each beat a moment longer that he was without Phoebe. Would she hear his call? And if she did, would she even want to see him? Question after question circled his mind but he could do nothing to abate them, simply stand in place, his gaze roving the area around him, hoping, waiting to see any trace of Phoebe. The sound of paw steps had the beast turning to see who was responsible for them, only to have his heart leap into his throat. Phoebe. His phoebe. She walked towards him, whispering his name as tears glistened in her eyes. Conan ran forward to close the gap between them, his massive skull curling around Phoebe's neck, holding her tightly to him as he breathed in her scent. I love you. He murmured into her fur, unable to wait until they had said their hellos. He needed her to know and he didn't want to wait a second longer. "Burn Baby Burn" |
10-23-2014, 11:52 AM
Phoebe's eyes found his red gaze and she stopped in her tracks, her emotions overwhelming her and something similar to fear swirling in her gut. Not fear that he would hurt her or even that he might not care about her any more. No, this fear was toward herself. A fear that her fragile mental state might not be able to handle his return, that her heart might actually burst from its furious beating. Her wide, silver gaze watched as he suddenly ran toward her, her body unable to move as his long legs quickly closed the distance between them, throwing himself into an embrace around her neck. She stood like a statue, unable to even breathe properly while her eyes shut and the tears that had been building there were sent rolling down her cheeks.
His touch was enough to make her crumble, but his words were the final blow that sent her reeling. They were so sudden, so abrupt. The words she had been wanting to hear when they were last together, the simple statement of 'I love you'. After her mental break she had put herself back together the same way someone might put a broken vase back together. Very, very carefully. Each piece of herself had been placed in such a way that she could put on a strong face and pretend that nothing was wrong, could pretend to be the mother she thought her daughters deserved. It only took one tiny sentence from this man to destroy all of that.
Her body finally crumbled, her hind legs buckling under her and her whole body leaning into his larger form. She buried her face in his thick fur while heavy sobs shook her, her breaths so short she honestly thought she might hyperventilate. Her whole life she had tried to be strong, beautiful, a goddess. Now here she was, curled up against Conan's chest, sobbing like a child, unable to even sort out her own thoughts. The weight of everything that she had been repressing the last couple of seasons in his absence came crashing down on her and she could do little more than cry.
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10-23-2014, 12:04 PM
The moment he'd been working towards for months was finally his. He had Phoebe within his grasp again and there was nothing better in the world right in that very moment. He had tried to imagine what it would be like to see the russet woman again after so long. He'd imagined some scenarios where she would never talk to him, some where she would come rushing back into his embrace and still others where he never found her again. He thanked every god that existed that he'd been able to find her and that she'd come to meet him. He wasn't entirely sure if she'd come here because she too had missed him or she was here to tell him that she'd moved on and had found someone else, but he didn't care right then. He just wanted to hold her and pretend that the past few months had never happened. He wanted to pretend that everything was like it had been before the storm; but that was all wishful thinking of course. He felt the russet woman tremble against him, her smaller body leaning heavily against his own. He would gladly take on her weight, supporting her with his large mass he held her, breathing her in, taking her in. It had been so long since he had touched her and he didn't realize how much he'd missed her touch until now. His heart thundered in his chest and he had to swallow a few times to get rid of the lump that had formed in his throat at the sound of her sobs. Oh my Phoebe...please don't cry...don't cry anymore. I'm here. I found you. I've come back...I need you to know that I never left you. I never abandoned you. I've spent these months trying to recover from the storm and find you...every single day was a fight to find you and I finally have...I love you so much Phoebe...Please forgive me... His own voice was beginning to break, thick as emotions surfaced. Phoebe was no longer just a figment of his dreams, a distant memory that was almost lost. She was real and she was here and she was his. Or at least, he hoped she was. He couldn't live without her, he knew this now. He just hoped she felt the same way. "Burn Baby Burn" |
10-23-2014, 12:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-23-2014, 12:25 PM by Phoebe.)
Phoebe let him cradle her against him, listening to his words in wonder while tears continued to fall from her eyes. Some part of her, some shred of her that was still the woman he had met on the beach of that island so long ago, was comforted by the news that he had been searching for her all this time, that he had never abandoned her and that he loved her. So much had happened since that day, so much had changed. Shame swept over her and she felt like even the dirt under her paws was better than she was. Fear gripped her, so terribly afraid that when she spoke what had happened in his absence aloud he would turn and leave again and never look at her the same. But she had to tell him, there was no way around it. Here was no hiding her daughters, there was no hiding her broken pieces.
Oh Conan..." Her voice was thick with tears, the lump in her throat making it hard to speak. "Conan... I-I'm not worthy of you. When I couldn't find you and after my brother left... I broke. I'm broken. My mind snapped and I was with so many brutes... I just wanted to feel loved..." Her eyes were fixed on the ground, too ashamed to look him in the eye, feeling as small as an ant as she spoke. Her tears making darker colored dots in the soil at her forepaws. "I had two daughters and I have no idea who their father is... I don't deserve you, I'm not worthy... I'm tainted and broken and I don't deserve your love..." Her eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to see when he walked away or the look of disgust that was sure to be on his face. That was what she thought she deserved. She couldn't fathom Conan still wanting her after knowing how fragile she really was.
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10-23-2014, 12:38 PM
It was ridiculous and ludicrous of him to think that things would remain the same after months of being separated, so he wasn't necessarily surprised when Phoebe began to explain what had transpired during his absence. Oh Conan...Conan... I-I'm not worthy of you. When I couldn't find you and after my brother left... I broke. I'm broken. My mind snapped and I was with so many brutes... I just wanted to feel loved...I had two daughters and I have no idea who their father is... I don't deserve you, I'm not worthy... I'm tainted and broken and I don't deserve your love... He pulled away from her, just enough that he could get a good look at her face as she spoke. She had been with others...A bout of rage and jealousy sprang up in the beast's chest at the mention of other men. Other men had come to touch his Phoebe...because he hadn't been there for her. If anything, all of that was his fault. Had he been able to brave the storm and stay at her side, none of this would've ever happened to her. It was all his fault. As she continued to speak, explaining that she had daughters, Conan didn't balk at her confession. So what if she had children? He would take the girls in and raise them as his own; he would take responsibility of them if Phoebe allowed him too. But what really got Conan was when she called herself broken and undeserving of his love. If anyone of undeserving of anything, it was him. He didn't deserve to have her take him back after he caused all these things happen to her. I love you Phoebe. I love you more than you can imagine and nothing is going to change that, whether you believe it or not. You are the most beautiful woman on this earth, more perfect than anyone I could've ever asked for. He murmured, leaning down to raise her chin with his nose so that he could see the beautiful silver eyes that he had missed so much. I can not deny it pains me to hear that you were with others, but in the end that is because of my own fault. Had I been able to stay with you, none of this would've ever happened to you. If anyone is undeserving of anything, it is I who is undeserving of you for having put you through all of this. I don't know what I can say to ever convince you to forgive me except that I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere. If you will allow me back into your life, I would be willing to be a father to your daughters. I would raise them as my own...with you by my side of course... Was she too far gone in her own pain to realize that none of this was ever her fault and that it never would be? He sincerely hoped not. He wanted his Phoebe back and he would do everything in his power to bring her back. "Burn Baby Burn" |
10-23-2014, 01:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-23-2014, 01:13 PM by Phoebe.)
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. When he had pulled away she thought for sure that he would leave and that would be the end of it, but no. He started to speak, his words so kind she wasn't sure she was hearing him correctly. She blinked open her eyes, but still refused to lift her head until he pulled it up for her, her silver eyes meeting his with confusion and disbelief. His fault? How was any of this his fault? In her mind it was impossible for his gentle giant to be the cause of anything wrong in her life. Every moment she had spent with him had been a dream. He had saved her life! And now it was looking like he might very well do it again, but this time not with brute strength but with kind words and gentle touches.
Her gaze softened when he finished speaking, the smallest of smiles touching her muzzle. "Maybe the gods are still watching over me after all..." she whispered as she stood and closed the small distance between them again, leaning into his form and nuzzling her face into the fur on his neck. She still felt like she was shattered into a million pieces, still felt like she was the scum of the earth, but if Conan was willing to love her broken pieces who was she to deny him? Any other brute would have run from the possibility of raising some other bastard's children, but not Conan. She pressed herself against him, letting him be the rock she needed to gently put the pieces of herself back together again. "I love you too, Conan. I've loved you since that first night we spent together on the island. That's why it ripped me apart when I couldn't find you. I had to force myself not to think about you when I returned to my family after I snapped to keep from spiraling out of control again. You're my missing piece, the glue that holds me together." She lifted her head from his chest and tilted it up to tenderly lick his muzzle, smiling up at him with adoration and love shining in her eyes.
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