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Post by Val on Aug 11, 2020 0:13:49 GMT -5
The Runaway 202/202 The air grew stale as she asked her question. She watched as his back stiffened. She knew that it wasn't a question that he would like, but this was not the reaction she had hoped for. She took a step closer as he began to talk. Soul explained his traumas were more than she could understand, and he didn't wanna burden her with his past. She walked slowly walked over to him, and only froze for a second as his arm blazed with the fire from the stove. The flames worried her, but at least part of her knew he could protect himself if he chose. As he put the flame out with his other hand, she placed hers on his back, "Are you okay? I won't push for you to tell me, but life is full of traumas. I have my own too. It's okay to tell me. I believe someone mentioned ice cream which helps with emotions like these," she tried to lighten the mood. She let the fake peppiness drop, "Just know I'm here. Now please, let me take a look at your arm," she half asked, half demanded as she reached around him to turn the stove off.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 11, 2020 0:50:30 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 338/338 He set the wok down with a tad more force then necessary and gave a sigh that filled with frustration and barely controlled emotions, but he turned to one that had always had his back; anger fueled by fear. He turned to her so she could see his eyes, which glinted with a cold light before his words came out with a low anger that seethed; "I appreciate it, Val, but when I say no I mean no. You have to earn that from me, and honestly, I keep it hidden from you for more than just trauma related. If people found out the information I told you, even in the future and it's the wrong type of people, they will do things to you that will make you wish you were dead. You think rape is bad? They'll make you wish you would have that because that is the minimum they would do to you to get to me, and that's after they drained you of all of the information you have about me."He spun, grabbed a plate and in the same motion slathered his food from the pan across it, and put it so softly in the sink that it would have been thought weird with his attitude. He made his way to the freezer, got out a bin of chocolate icecream, and slide it and a bowl across the counter to Val. He hiked up the remnants of the sleeve that wasn't burnt to a crisp and offered her his arm, unbothered by the "burn" he had gotten. Some of the hair was gone, and even with him being a million miles away in the confines of his mind, his body had still shielded his cells with Ki. The natural toughness of them too wouldn't leave him with much damage either, so the "damage" that he had was no more than a slight reddening of the skin, much like someone would get when the scalded themselves lightly. "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."
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Post by Val on Aug 12, 2020 0:26:12 GMT -5
The Runaway 308/510 She jumped backward as the slammed the wok down. She realized she over stepped while trying to be kind. He turned to her. His eyes were darker than normal. She couldn't tell if it was fear, anger, or what mixture of emotions it was; but she never wanted to cause that look in his eyes again. She stayed silent trying to keep eye contact as he reprimanded her for trying to help, but she couldn't keep her eyes on his when he hit the word earn the way he had. She knew she hadn't earned any of what he had given to her. For some reason though, that word hit harder than it should have. Maybe it was because he had given her so much, or maybe it was because she would do just about anything for the man in front of her. Silenced filled the air as he dished out his food and made his way to the freezer. He grabbed a container of chocolate ice cream and a bowl before sliding them down toward her. She forced a smile a tear slid down her cheek, "Thanks," she tried to force the peppiness into her voice, but she couldn't meet his eyes. He rolled up what remained of his sleeve to let her see that it was only red like a mild burn, instead of what she witnessed which should have been third degree oil burns. She gave out a small sigh of relief that he seemed physically okay at least. "Even if it doesn't look bad, you might want to either put ice on it for a bit or at least run it under some freezing cold water to get whatever is left on your skin off," she tried to smile again, but it felt too forced and wrong. She let it drop from her face.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 12, 2020 1:17:03 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 369/707 He looked up when she gave her thanks, and the sight of her crying ground his emotions to a halt, at least from being directed at her. Instead, it turned and slammed into him, and his rage and fear became self destructive. He looked at the ground, brow furrowed in shame, and thought; Great, what do I do when she asks to know more about me? I hammer in how much of a douchebag I can be, and how much of a dick I am to use weakness to my advantage when my emotions are in full reign. I go for the throat...He thought dejectedly, unable to meet her eyes, and pushed the food away from him in the event she wanted it, for his appetite was gone. His eyes were hollow, and when he spoke, the only emotion he had beside true guilt that sought forgiveness was raw emotion. "I'm sorry. My family is the only sore subject I have, and honestly, it's a subject that has festered because I'm at fault for why they aren't around. My parents, my friends, and their friends all were slaughtered for one simple reason; Me being alive. The crime of my existence killed the hundreds of people that docked on several of the ships like these, and nothing I do will ever repent for that. Even with my shitty life all by myself, even with me losing all of my power, it doesn't matter when it all get's reset."He sank to a crouch and drew his knees inward, then rested his head on them to stare at the tile below as his hands and arms wrapped around his legs. His head turned inward and down, his hair and legs hiding his face, and he spoke with a muffled voice to disguise his tears; "I'm scared of making attachments because of what could happen. If you want my food or want to leave...go ahead. I'm...s-sorry."
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Post by Val on Aug 12, 2020 2:08:02 GMT -5
The Runaway 274/784 She heard as he slid his plate away, her eyes still on the ground. He apologized for the anger and made her understand why it was a sore subject. She was silent, in shock at what she had heard. She didn't know what he had been through, but she could see he blamed himself for it all. She couldn't comprehend how someone like him, someone who had been so kind to her, could be to blame though, but now was not the right time to push that subject. She needed to focus on him, rather than what he just said. He sank to the floor and offer her his food and also wouldn't have blamed her for leaving. She wouldn't. She couldn't. Instead, she walked over to him and slid down to sit with her knees to her chest, similar to how he was. She looked over at him and tried to rub his shoulder gently to comfort the crying man. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed." she tried to smile; it was awkward but she held it for a moment before she continued. "I know I could never replace any or even one of those people, but I'm here... if that's okay with you still?" she tried to catch his eye if she hadn't already. "I would like to stay," she managed a real smile toward Soul. "Please?" Her heart felt like it stopped beating while she waited for his reply. This man had just invited her in. She really didn't want to leave already. At least if he did ask her to leave, she didn't have any of her belongings there yet.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 12, 2020 4:29:28 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 366/1,073 He stiffened at her touch, truly not expecting it since he expected to hear her footsteps fade away into the distance, and for one of the few times in his life he lacked the knowledge to know what to do. He felt guilty, he felt drained no -- exhausted to such an extent that he wished he could curl up and just sleep the day away, if not days. Soul had never done that except when he had been super injured, yet his arm didn't bother him -- such trivial wounds weren't even acknowledged compared to the tens of thousands he had sustained in battle and didn't even account for the injuries he had sustained while training. His mind felt done, yet it was a deeper, more bone weary feeling. He was tired from the depths of his soul, depressed, and at a loss for words. So, he didn't do anything except slightly nod as he listened to her declaration, and then spoke hoarsely; "If you want to, I won't complain, but I won't force you to stay or go. It's a free ship. You...y-you don't need to apolo-apologize. It all happened when I was four, and I would like to say that I don't remember everything in excruciating detail...but I do. Twice. Even after all these years, my sharp memory won't let me forget." The end of it was punctuated with a hiccup as he cried and laughed, but the sound wasn't a pleasant one, not was it a sound that pined for pity. Instead, it was one that teetered on madness and morbid laughter, yet if she listened closely, or knew what it felt like; it might remind her of all the times she might have been alone with no one to go to and no where to go. It was one of being lost and not knowing what to do, one of self-pity, one of self-loathing and trauma induced madness.
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Post by Val on Aug 12, 2020 14:40:24 GMT -5
The Runaway 253/1037 Her heart broke as she listened to his word. Every stammered word, the sadness in his voice, all of it cracked and broke her heart into tiny pieces. The hiccup at the end is what got to her. She turned her head to him and gave a light smile. She let her legs slide off to herself and pulled Soul in to her right so he leaned against her. "Oh come here." if he hadn't pulled away, she would use her left hand to try to stroke his hair as her right was still wrapped around behind him. "If it's my choice, I choose to stay here." She wanted to say more. She wanted to ask about the 'twice' comment. She wanted details, but she couldn't. He was drowning in his own sorrow. She knew what he needed was a friend, not an investigator. She knew her burning curiousity would have to be set to the side, at least temporarily. Later, she could investigate. Right now, she could try to feel how alone he was. Those years of feeling alone were enough to try and understand, but even then she did have people there. Even if they didn't care or love her, they still provided the rough over her head. They sometimes made sure there was some semblance of food in the house. She just sat quietly and held him. She would stay as like this for as long as he needed her to, or as long as he would allow her to.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 12, 2020 16:21:59 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 154/1,227 She pulled him in and his body locked up, unable to move due to how fucked his brain was and in utter shambles for several reasons; trauma, stress, tiredness, and now her in the mix too. She said that if it was her choice, she would stay, and he felt a bit better. He relaxed in her arms as the tears continued to flow, and for another of the first times in his life, he cried in front of another person. Not a moment of only a tear or a few, but a cry that turned the user into an utter and complete mess. However, he kept his face turned down and away, never letting Val actually see him crying. The only thing she would see and feel is his shaking shoulders, but he remained quiet as he cried. Then, before he knew it, he had fallen into the velvety blackness that was sleep.
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Post by Val on Aug 12, 2020 23:31:03 GMT -5
The Runaway 349/1386 He allowed her to hold him. He hadn't pulled away. He relaxed in her arms as she felt his tears slowly soak her chest. She didn't mind though. She sat there leaned against the counter with him leaned against her. She wanted to be there for as long as he needed. The silent tears slowed; he had cried himself to sleep. It broke her heart. She remembered the many years she silently cried herself to sleep. She cried silently, because no one cared, and no one was coming to rescue her anyway, but she couldn't pin why he cried silently. Maybe it was because he didn't want her to see or hear, or perhaps because no one ever came to his rescue. Either way she was content holding him while he slept. I wish I had a way to move him to somewhere comfier than the kitchen floor. He deserves decent sleep. It fucking sucks I'm not strong enough to lift him, and even if I was... where would I take him? I don't know where his room is and mine is too far if I could lift him.She let out a long sigh as she brushed his hair. Wow. Soul's hair is really soft. Soul's. Soul is on my fucking chest! Even though the Saiyan was dead asleep, it still made her heart skip a beat before speeding along in her chest. She felt her face grow red as he continued to steadily breathed. She panicked slightly, but she knew she couldn't work herself up too much or she might wake him. She needed a distraction. She looked for anything, but her eyes kept coming back to him. She started to take notice in the scars that riddled his arms and torso. She couldn't understand how he got that many injuries, but it made her heart heavy. She hesitantly, and very careful not to wake him, leaned her head down to kiss his hair before gave the slightest squeeze to hold the man in her arms just a little closer. That kiss would be her little secret.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 13, 2020 17:12:07 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 405/1,632 Soul slumbered unknowingly in Val's embrace, and for the first time in a long time, got the sleep his body needed and deserved. For the first time in a long time, he didn't have a nightmare, and instead had a dream -- one of a good memory. He sat at the grown-up's table, extremely proud as to why he was finally able to do so, even though he was three, because he had aced the test his mom had given him. He was a bit confused when she gave his dad a worried glance when he did so, but he brushed it off and continued to kick his legs as he ate a piece of cake. His name was called and he looked up to see a slim, brunette adult with hair that traveled in gentle waves almost down the entirety of her back, and he grinned. "Whatcha need, Mom?" He paused his prior actions of kicking his legs when he looked at her face, his excitement now one of confusion when he noticed that her eyes were puffy, and she seemed guarded. She came over and scratched his head with her hand and then spoke; "Just happy for you, that's all Zu-zu. How's your cake?"He grinned, the previous comment easily nullified his worries that his subconscious had picked up, and stuffed his face again and spoke through it. He paused, then offered her forkful and blushed at his embarrassment. She regarded him with a cool gaze and broke out with a smile, squeezed his cheeks and took the bite he offered her. Then, she turned and left as Spark once more appeared before him to start yet another lesson, and he clapped in singsong harmony with one of the countless rhymes that would further ingrain knowledge into him. The dream faded and left a smile on his lips as he returned to consciousness, his slow return to reality broken once he realized where he was, and what he was using as a pillow. His head shot up and suddenly he was standing several feet away, a blush across his face as he coughed lightly and thanked Val; only to busy himself by dishing out some of the melting icecream for her before it vanished back into the freezer. He strode over and handed her the bowl and said; "Here you go, Val, and thank you again for letting me nap. I needed it."
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Post by Val on Aug 13, 2020 21:33:19 GMT -5
The Runaway 254/1640 She silently sat, stroking his hair. She tried to relax as the blond, who saved her and had been driving her emotions wild since, laid sleeping against her on the kitchen floor. It wasn't the comfiest position to stay in for too long. Her legs began to feel like static as the pins and needles or numbness began to crawl up her legs, but she allowed it so he could sleep. When he finally started to stir, she stopped petting his hair, worried any major movement would wake him, but she was too late. He jumped back a few feet with shades of pink and red that took over his face. She giggled as she stretched her numb legs out, trying to get the blood flowing properly. Is that what my blushing has looked like all day today? Ugh... She looked up to him as she brushed the liquid mixture of what seemed to be tears and drool from her chest and shirt. "Good morning," she laughed brightly. She watched him try to busy himself with the ice cream. "I hope you slept well. Oh thank you," she looked at his hands as she took the bowl from him. "It definitely seemed like you did. I hope you are feeling better now," she tried to smile as she looked up at him from the floor, her feet still trying to wake up. She was hesitant, but trying to poke to make sure he wouldn't get angry and upset with her or her questions again.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 14, 2020 4:29:02 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 183/1,805 He watched her wipe his tears and drool from her chest and couldn't help his eyes when they lingered or moved of their own accord. He coughed and cleared his throat as he forced his eyes to look elsewhere, to anything, and it alighted on his cold food. He mentally sighed and picked up the plate, took a bite and grimaced at the feeling and taste, then thought; True food doesn't taste that well when it's made only to be fresh...He spoke out loud a moment later to try and fill the silence and also answer her question, once he was able to gather his thoughts. "It's fine, sorry about earlier, again, and I do feel much better compared to what I was... I haven't told anyone else about what happened to me except for two other people, and one of them is no longer with us. You got the headline...and for now, until I'm comfortable, that's all I want to tell you. I will literally answer any other question, I just never thought that you'd ask the one I consider taboo."
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Post by Val on Aug 15, 2020 5:31:57 GMT -5
The Runaway 260/1898 She noticed his eyes following her hands as she dried herself from his drool and tears, but she was having a difficulty understanding why. She wanted to call him out but figured it best tucked away for a later discussion. Maybe it was just guilt for the liquid mess or maybe there was something more. Either way, she wasn't about to call attention to it without knowing for sure one way or the other. "I'm the one who should be sorry. You said no and I pried. Best intentions in mind or not, doesn't make it right." Her legs had finally started to wake up. She placed her bowl on the counter to strand and let a small groan out as she stretched her arms above her head. Her muscle shirt rose just enough to show the smallest amount of midriff. "Are you sure there no other topics to avoid? I would rather know now then ask a question and accidentally hitting the one other taboo question," she laughed as she teased. She wanted it to come off as light and fun but also double checking at the same time. She reached for her soup-y ice cream, "You either are psychic or a real good guesser." She stuck her tongue out at him before she continued, "Chocolate is my favorite." The orange haired girl gave him a wide smile before scooping the liquefied chocolate into her mouth. "Thank you, for everything," her awkwardness apparent as she was unable to keep eye contact while she danced the spoon around her bowl.
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Post by Zyren on Aug 16, 2020 4:49:28 GMT -5
The Dual-Souled Avenger 210/2,015 She groaned as she stood, her feet or legs clearly asleep with how long she sat or tried to stand on them, yet Soul's mind moved to a different avenue as to why or how she could groan before he shifted his eyes away in distracted thought. He caught the flash of her stomach as she stretched, and had to force himself not to look with more than just a passing glance so he didn't creep her out or embarrass himself. He turned toward the counter and shifted slightly, uncomfortable and embarrassed and berated his hormones before he responded; "Honestly, no other topics come to mind except my family and the people responsible. Ask away! As for being a good guesser...your eyes lingered on the chocolate icecream when you looked at the freezer, so I took a bet and figured it wasn't one of disgust. I'm not a psychic...yet. You are welcome though!"His eyes twinkled and he gave her a cheerful grin, trying to lighten the mood and also mask his anger from earlier; even if it had been well founded...If he wanted her to be his student, or possibly more, if it ever came to that, he needed to change and lower his defenses...and start allowing personal questions.
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Post by Val on Aug 16, 2020 23:54:33 GMT -5
CODING The Runaway 119/2017 He turned away from her before continuing the conversation. She didn't know why, but the clues were starting to add up in to a strong possibility that still boggled her mind. He did confirm any topic other than those was on the table. She debated asking if her guess was right for just a moment, before tossing it from her mind. She believed no one could love her. She blinked the idea away. She caught on to his contagious smile, and she found a topic to pick up. "Oh hey. Whatever you made smelled amazing. Where did you learn to cook? I can do basics, but that smells fantastic," her smile widened. "Maybe you can give a lesson sometime?"
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