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Elias Veturius ([personal profile] veturius) wrote2017-05-01 01:54 pm
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I've been mostly keeping to myself since the arrival of Demetrius' body. I'd let people help me with burying him but after that, I'd disappeared. When I went out, it was at night to lessen the chance someone I knew saw me and even then, I made sure my trips were short.

Everything was such a mess. I didn't know how I was going to continue living here with what I'd done. Being back in Serra meant I could at least try and atone for what I'd done by helping Laia and Darin. But, I was here now, here with people that I'd tried not to care about (and did anyway). Separation and disconnection was the only way I could see to keep them safe.

I, of course, hadn't told them that.

The sun was just starting to set on another day of me keeping to myself inside my apartment. I'd taken to trying to use the appliances in my kitchen since I was isolating myself so much. I'd only burned a few things though one of those things had just been burned so the smell of smoke and charred food was wafting through my apartment.

I'd opened my windows, letting the warm air in and taken a seat on sofa with a book. I'd been doing this a lot recently too, trying to absorb the history of a place that had shaken me so much. I wanted to know why and what and how. The books weren't providing much but I continued on because I needed to do something to fill up the time that I now had.
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[personal profile] notrocketscience 2017-05-19 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He's apologising, which is such a ridiculously Elias thing to do, but at least he's not pulling away. Admittedly, Raven hasn't done this in a while either. The last time she slept with anyone was Wick, and that hadn't gone all that well, in the end. But that had mainly been her fault, her anger at him and mostly at herself making for an awkward after. It had been the first time she tried to do this with the brace, and she'd been more frustrated with that than anything else.

This time she's had a little more time to come to terms with it, even if she's still kind of hoping he doesn't notice it when he shifts against her. She moves her leg a little, tries to stop the joints from digging into him at all. Eighteen months ago she could have done this without a second thought, without having to think of the logistics at all, but she's determined not to let that ruin this.

"You're not doing anything wrong," she assures him, kissing him again. It's not how she expected this day to go, exactly, but she's surprised by how much she wants it. Raven slips her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, shifting so that their legs slot between each other. "Trust me, you're doing fine."
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[personal profile] notrocketscience 2017-05-20 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment he looks sheepish at the sound, but Raven gives him a smile in encouragement before he kisses her again. This time he's a little more determined, it seems, more intent, and Raven tugs a little at his hair again, just to see if he'll make that sound against her lips.

His hand finds its way to her hip and Raven pulls him closer, bending her good leg to give him room. It's not the most ideal spot, and she knows there must be a bed down the corridor, but she never wants to move. Moving would break whatever this is, and she's spent too long trying to convince him to open up to risk him shutting down now.

Instead, she tilts her head to the side a little as he moves down her neck, kissing along her throat. Her breathing is already coming a little faster and she closes her eyes a moment, lets the smell and feel of him wash over her. "Elias," she says, but she doesn't know entirely what she's asking for. She definitely doesn't want him to stop, so she arches against him a little, running her hand up the back of his shirt to feel the muscles shift in his back.
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[personal profile] notrocketscience 2017-05-20 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
Having him stop is the last thing she wanted, but at least he doesn't pull away too far. His fingers on her hip are tentative, and she's still surprised by how much she wants him to touch her more. It's been a long time and even the slightest touch of his hands sends a shiver down her spine.

"You weren't supposed to stop," she chastises, but she's smiling down at him, half amused. For all that he acts shy and reserved, he knows how to use his mouth. There's a sweet blush moving its way across his cheeks and Raven leans forward to kiss him, catching him with her lips and moving her hand further up his back, his shirt pulling upwards a little.

"Everything is fine," she assures him, in between kisses. "More than fine."
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[personal profile] notrocketscience 2017-05-20 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He repeats it like he's trying to convince himself, but it's better than him second guessing every minute. She wants him to relax, wants him to enjoy this, but she doesn't want to rush him into anything he doesn't want.

He goes back to what he was doing before, burning a line of kisses down her neck, and Raven gives a small sigh of pleasure before she decides that this could be better. Her shirt keeps getting in the way of both his lips and his hands, and Raven wants to be able to feel his skin against her properly. She pulls him up for another kiss before she puts a hand on his chest and gently moves him back a little, trying to make it as clear as possible that she's only giving herself room, not pushing him away.

With one elbow holding her weight, she tugs at her shirt, pulling it up and over her head so that she can drop it to the floor. She lets herself fall back against the couch then, giving him a wry smile. "Still fine?" she asks, raising one eyebrow.
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[personal profile] notrocketscience 2017-05-20 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been a long time since anybody looked at her like that, and Raven takes a moment to appreciate it. Sleeping with Wick had been fast and messy and on a table for crying out loud, and he hadn't stopped to look at her. They'd been distracting each other more than anything, but this is different. Maybe it's still on a crappy little couch, but Elias stops to look at her like he's never seen anything like her, and Raven can admit that she likes it. A whole lot.

"Good," she says, but if she was going to say anything else it's lost in the way he moves down her body again. Her breathing stutters when he reaches her stomach and she shifts a little underneath him. She runs her hand over the back of his head, through his hair to massage his scalp and then around to cup his cheek.

At this angle she can't really get to him to touch, but she does what she can, rocking her hips up towards him. She wants to get his own shirt off, so she sits up a little more even if it means dislodging him for the moment, reaching for the hem of his shirt and tugging.
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[personal profile] notrocketscience 2017-05-21 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
It's not the first time she's seen him without a shirt on, but it is the first time she gets to see and touch. She runs her fingers over his skin, sliding her hand up his chest. There's a few scars that she avoids, more for his own piece of mind than anything. She doesn't want to ruin this, doesn't want him to pull away from her self consciously or otherwise.

He hovers above her, his arms braced either side and his hair falling into his eyes a little, and Raven doesn't think she's ever seen someone so attractive. It's somehow ridiculously unfair that someone like him has gone through what he has, but she came here to get his mind off of all that. She smiles up at him, runs her hand up his arm and over his shoulder.

"If you don't keep going," she warns, her voice light and eyes amused, "I'm going to be very disappointed."

She'll stop in a heartbeat if he wants to, of course, but she doesn't think he does. She does, however, think that if they're going to continue it might not be a bad idea to relocate. "I'm assuming there's a bed here," she says slowly, raising one eyebrow.
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[personal profile] notrocketscience 2017-05-21 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
He's gentler with her than she thinks anybody has ever been. The kisses he drops to her forehead are sweet and soft and Raven is torn between wanting to do more and just laying here to kiss him forever. Eventually he moves off her and holds out his hand, and Raven hesitates for only a beat.

She wants this, she does. It's nothing to do with him or with what they're doing here, but it occurs to her suddenly that the bed means taking this further, means that the contraption on her leg is about to become an issue. The last time she was here, her nerves had cracked the minute Wick put his hand on the thing, and he had helped build the damn thing. She doesn't want Elias to falter at it, doesn't want to see the look on his face when he remembers this isn't going to be as simple as tumbling into the bed and each other.

But she wants it anyway, and so she puts her hand in his, lets him pull her up off the couch. She leans into him, kissing him firmly to dispel any questions. With one hand she tugs out her hair-tie, lets her hair spill around her shoulders and then takes his hand. "Show me where the magic happens," she teases, the words dragged across his jaw.
Edited 2017-05-21 11:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] notrocketscience 2017-05-24 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a terribly cheesy line and she does laugh because she can't help it, but it's sweet, too. Coming from Elias it sounds genuine, not like a line at all, and when he kisses her it's gentle and soft and different to any kind of kiss she's ever had. Maybe it's because of the way things were on the ground, maybe it's just because Raven had a tendency to sleep with people who weren't interested in showering her with this kind of sweet-talk. Finn had, in the beginning, but a stint behind bars and everything that happened after changed that considerably.

Part of it scares her, sends a jolt of nerves down her spine. She knows it terrifies him to open up, but she'd be lying if she said she was completely fine with doing the same. It's been a long time since she let anybody get close like this, but she's determined to let this happen, to enjoy it instead of thinking about it too much.

"I am pretty good," she allows, teasing him a little with a smirk playing on her lips. She steers him towards the bed until he's sitting on the edge of it, and she slots herself between his legs, her hands on his shoulders. After a beat she realises she's still wearing her shoes, so she kicks them off quickly behind her as she leans down to kiss him again.

When she pulls back, she raises an eyebrow. "You're trying to tell me the bed of a guy who kisses like that hasn't seen any action?"