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I Think We're Close Enough

Alastor



Relm

Somnium

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
18
size
Extra large
build
Light
posts
345
player
Chrono I

Samhain 2022Statue 3 WorshipAll Oozed OutThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3By the skin of my teeth
Pride - BisexualMammoth Hunter1KCritical Fail!
03-18-2022, 08:38 PM

Relm heard him, but she didn't feel like Elysium was home. It wasn't only because of Manea or maybe other unwelcoming residents. Her home was cliche, where her heart was. With Kichi and with Alastor. She may have never really felt like she fit right or at all in Elysium. But she couldn't imagine being anywhere where they weren't. She was finally able to take a breath based off the death of her father, and explore and find herself and what she wanted. She may not have really known that for sure either, but this felt right.

It was... something she couldn't and wouldn't voice. The sense of saying something to hurt Alastor, even with the chance it wouldn't, she wouldn't even consider the words. She guessed she didn't want him to worry. She didn't want to call Manea out. She just wanted everything to stay the way it was, right now. She wished she could change the way she felt physically, but that would take time or maybe she'd always be this way. His paw pulled upwards of her body, making her breath leave her body in just a tiny bit of relief, but she didn't get any better as his paw brushed against her cheek. Emotionally she knew this is what she wanted, physically she was fighting it. It was frustrating and upsetting to her, not that she was shining those feelings brightly. Her face moved carefully on the padded fur of his chest as he held her, trying to make her a pillow and just wanting to revel in what he offered her. It wasn't easy.

There was each a part of her that wanted to stay here and was also ready to leave when he suggested, and she went with the later. This time. She couldn't believe that she would really get any better as time went on, and she'd still be just the way she was. "Yeah." She stayed for just a few more seconds, her eyes roaming downwards of Alastor's chest and body and the water that was surrounding him, maybe just trying to take the good moment in to remember. All of it was good though. It was just her overreactive brain she was beating down and blaming. She carefully went to remove herself from him, water pooling off of her as she made it to shore and shook off. His wouldn't be so easy. She looked at him for another moment, holding in the thank you that was on her mind because it just kind of felt weird to say. He'd probably understand where it was coming from, solely emotional and not just for the fuck. But she still kept it to herself before turning back towards Elysium to head to the island with him.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu




Alastor

"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

Elysium
Advisor

Master Fighter (243)

Master Hunter (260)

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An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
1130
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
553
player
Joe

UnderachieverSamhain 2022Statue 3 WorshipWealthyPride - BisexualDouble Master
LoserThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3Ice Bridge ExplorerWordyCritical Fail!
1KHalloween 2020 - Spooky Cave
03-19-2022, 04:01 PM

Relm had been right. Alastor knew what she was struggling with, but only the most basic ideal of it. He hadn't lived her life. He didn't know the conflict she had within around her emotions. But he did know about conflict with emotions. It was a battle he'd fought for all of his young life, up until he'd taken control of it back on the brink of madness in his adulthood. Perhaps that would draw sympathy from some, like Manea or Lurid, but not understanding. No one ever understood how it felt to feel like a fundamental part of yourself was broken, twisted, defective; how it felt like to feel as if you were out of step with your own body and mind. Alastor hid it well, masked beneath manic indifference and demented humor and bloodlust. He was a monster to many, a reaper of death to others, or a role model to the poor bastards who liked what they saw. But no one knew the struggle of living within a prison of your own mental illness. No one... except maybe Relm. She may have had a small inkling of what he experienced from her own struggles with her self-identity and the war between her body and mind leftover from Kefka's parenting style. He would likely never know though.

The subdued voice of Relm broke the quiet, answering his question and affirming that they should head back. Alastor released Relm, albeit slowly and with some reluctance, so that she could pull away. She didn't right away, and Alastor took the few extra moments to really commit the memory to his brain. He wanted to remember this. He wanted this to replace the frenzied fucking they'd had shortly after he'd eviscerated her father. The gentle lapping of cool lake water against their coupled bodies, the chorus of nocturnal summer insects around them, the moonlight playing off of Relm's fur and accentuating her frame in the dim light, her scent in his nose and her warmth held against his form... This was what he wanted to remember. The good, and reject the bad. Embracing his future and abandoning his past once and for all. He would never be forgiven for the things he did, and when judgment day came for him, he would burn for his sins and atrocities—but until then, he would enjoy the good he could find.

As Relm pulled away and rose to her paws, so too did the behemoth of a wolf, clear water sluicing from his muscles and falling from his silken coat like liquid silver in the moonlight. Giant paws carried him back to the shore, gently crunching the pebbly sand underfoot. Alastor shook himself as well, though the irritating quality of his softer fur helped retain water to him and would take longer to air dry than hers did. Neither wolf said a word while they looked back at one another, communicating almost entirely through gazes and glances. Relm didn't need to say anything; Alastor understood. The careful gratitude that showed in his onyx irises hopefully got his message across to her as well. This had been about much more than just fucking for the need. There had been raw emotions and connections he hadn't realized existed before. Still, she was in heat, no matter how close she was to the end of her season. He would need to procure birth control from Irilyth and get it to Relm, lest their actions have lasting consequences. He would not permit her to endure that torment. Together, the two large wolves returned to Alias together, headed to their respective dens for the evening, though Alastor bearing a lot on his mind that would linger for days to come.


"Alastor"



Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.

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