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Post by Ventia on Feb 7, 2023 15:32:26 GMT -5
(( Thea )) He had known something was wrong for months now, at first Void hadn't given the symptoms much thought; he had a tour coming up and he was probably overthinking it anyway yet as the weeks passed, his chest continued to hurt and the weak feeling he was used to from before was showing itself again like a bad dream. Still, he didn't want to be the cause of messing up their first-ever state-wide tour so Void stayed silent. Those three months of touring were everything, it felt like his dream had finally come true, and after each concert Void felt his fingers shaking, his chest burning, the coughed-up blood hidden by his feet in a balled-up towel while the crowd still screamed for them and his friends cheered along with them, saying goodnight until the next time smiling wide, with Amnesty in the side of the stage jumping up and down clapping her hands staring straight at him...one thought always popped into his head in those moments. How much longer would he be able to keep living his dream? Would he be there for the 'next time'? What would he tell his friends? What would he tell his girlfriend? Was he really ready to die? He's been home for a month now, the tour had ended great, and the memories of his band and fans, and of Amnesty would forevermore stay with him until his last day. The first week back had been his doctor's appointment, returning to those white walls where it was far too quiet for his liking, where it felt like the air was pressuring down on him, had his anxiety levels through the roof, he remembered waiting in the waiting room, his leg shaking the joints in his hands ached from how hard he was squeezing his hands, and his chest kept flaring, making his coughs sound worse even through his attempts to muffle them with his arm. That night had been bad, Void barely remembered anything after a certain hour, the last thing he did remember was deleting an essay-long message that he had been trying to send to Amnesty exposing everything and the fact that he had a little less than a year, maybe two if he was lucky, to live. If he tried surgery again, there was a low percentage that they could extend the time limit to five years. Void hadn't made any decisions that day, his next appointment was coming up next week but Void was already thinking of not showing, he didn't want to be stuck in a hospital again, he didn't want that life anymore, he wanted the life he was living. His dream life. He should have known things were going too good to be true, that he would lose everything the second he was finally getting comfortable with it, where he was making plans for the future that now he wouldn't be around to see it through... He stared at the black box in his hands, holding back the urge to cough, he opened it and stared at the simple yet elegant diamond ring, bitterness and regret filled him he closed the box clenching it between his hand, feeling a wave of helplessness coming down on him. He wanted to lash out at someone, but his days of cursing god had taught him that blaming god didn't do anything. Nor did punching holes in his walls, all he could do was try to pretend that everything was normal and enjoy life until his time limit expired. He put the box back in the bottom drawer of his side table and got dressed for the day, only to change shirts ten minutes later when he got blood all over it. Brushing his teeth for the second time, Void felt a wave of dizziness coming over him, he grabbed the sink's counter to steady himself and closed his eyes, the black and white dots swirled, he spat the toothpaste out and blinked back open his eyes, cursing silently when he saw blood mixed with the white paste. Void wasn't the crying type, not that he was one of those guys who believed if guys cried they were weak or gay, no he just handled his emotions better than the next. But now, with shit hitting the fan, Void felt like he wanted to cry. He wanted to be consoled. To be told he would be safe. That he could be cured. That he wouldn't have to worry if he had a year, or two left, that he would only have to worry about dying when he was an old gray-haired man. That he could spend countless years with his band-his brothers, and most importantly he could ask Amnesty to marry him and spend a lifetime with her. That was all he wanted. A long and well-lived life. Where he wouldn't have any regrets. Was that too much to ask? He was on his way to throw the shirt in the washer when a knock came from his door, he continued on his way to the kitchen, dropping the shirt in the empty washer, and then made his way towards the front door, coughing a little with thankfully none of the blood, he pulled the door open and paused, both a frown and a smile showing on his face. "What are-" he began but then paused, moving his fingers instead and continuing in a lighter tone. "What are you doing here? I was going to pick you up." He signed and spoke at the same time.
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Post by Thea on Feb 7, 2023 23:37:45 GMT -5
Void had wriggled his way into the hearts of Amnesty’s family. Did it take forever? Amnesty would say yes, but she was always the type to “go-go-go-go”. But after six months of, “Yes sir, I’ll be sure to have her home at a reasonable hour” and, “No ma’am, I don’t do drugs”, even her little brother - who seemed to be the most protective of all - thought Void as part of the family. And Elle, too. Both of them were invited to any family event they had. Even family reunions.
They’ve been together for two years now. And because of Void, her family didn’t worry so much about her. Whether they think that Void can protect her from the big scary world or because he vouched for her on many an occasion, she wasn’t sure. All Amnesty knew that it was because of her boyfriend - her mate - that she had so much freedom. She had her driver’s license. She was taking dance classes. When she took Elle out for girl dates she didn’t have to have a chaperone. Best of all? She didn’t have to ask permission to do things like stay the night with her boyfriend.
Just thinking about it made her want to kiss Void as he opened the door. Instead, she tilted her head and signed, “I texted you. At least I thought.”
She had forgotten that she had class today. Last week her instructor, Penny, texted the group saying that she had to move it because she had an emergency come up. It wasn’t until an hour before it started that Penny sent out a reminder text that Amnesty was scrambling to get everything together and sending a text to Void that he didn’t have to pick her up. That she would be in town and she’d just meet him at his house.
No wonder why he didn’t text me back, she thought soon after she fished her phone out of the pocket of her leggings. The first thing she saw when she unlocked it was the unsent message, cursor blinking lazily at her. “Crazy,” she signed, talking about herself, then hit the blue button. “There, sent. I have to take a shower.” She made a show of smelling her armpit, then waving a hand in front of her nose and gagging. “Gross. Let me in?”
That’s when she smelled it.
The metallic scent, hidden beneath Void’s dark musk and his snake’s enclosure in the living room, teased her. Goaded. She knew that if it wasn’t because of her inhuman nature she probably wouldn’t be able to smell the blood. A sense of foreboding crawled up her spine, clutching to each individual vertebrae painfully before moving onto the next. The animal within her moved against her skin restlessly, causing Amnesty to shiver involuntarily. “Everything okay?” she signed slowly, eyebrows scrunching together slightly.
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Post by Ventia on Feb 8, 2023 1:30:38 GMT -5
Void chuckled lightly, relaxing almost immediately in the presence of his girlfriend, for a few seconds it was like all his pain faded away as he watched her make her vivid expressions, those eyes of hers clear and pure, bringing in a fresh and happy energy that was completely opposite of his earlier depression dip.
"You don't smell." He signed to her quickly, opening the door for her to go in and reaching for the duffel bag strapped to her shoulder at the same time. He paused, watching her sign those words, and looked up from her hands to see the concern growing in her eyes. He swallowed hard, wondered if he had missed some blood somewhere, and then calmed himself, taking the strap from her he put it over his shoulder and frowned right back at her.
"Yes." He lied all too calmly, even smiled at her lightly, and reached for her placing his hand behind her back, gently he brought her in pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head, and then closed the door, locking it behind him before reaching for Amnesty's hand and slowly walking to his bedroom, he couldn't bring himself to look at her at that moment and felt a cough coming. He coughed into his elbow and walked with her into his bedroom, thankful he had decided to clean his depression room just a few days before so that it wasn't such a mess.
He opened the bathroom door, flipped the switch on, and quickly glanced around, he had cleaned the sink angry at it and with a light sigh, he eased her bag off his shoulder and placed it on top of the closed toilet seat. Void turned to her then, and coughed under his breath a little before signing.
"Just a small cold I think." He massaged her hand, so small compared to his own hand, and felt himself wondering how long that would still be true. Would he start showing physical changes soon? Even if he didn't take chemo? He squeezed her hand for a second, not wanting to let go, and stared into her still wide and concerned eyes, there was doubt there too he noticed and it only made Void feel worse.
He reached for her face, lightly brushing his forefinger against her cheek before bending down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He straightened, lightly touched her chin, and nodded back towards the shower.
"Go shower then we can get some food."
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Post by Thea on Feb 8, 2023 18:53:02 GMT -5
Amnesty was known for her exaggerated facial expressions. Actually, it's more common in deaf people than one might think. The ability to hear and the ability to speak came hand in hand. And even though her father tried to take her to speech therapy after she stopped growing at the rapid rate shifters grew, none of it stuck. (That was "his stubborn Amnesty".) Her face spoke volumes instead, sometimes without the help of her hands.
She made a big show of rolling her eyes as if to say she didn't believe him when he assured her she didn't smell. But when he told her that everything was fine, the animal within her said otherwise. The look she gave him showed her disbelief plainly, yet didn't have that playfulness as before. Her dark eyes wouldn't leave the back of his head as he led the way farther into the townhouse, which meant she caught his cough. The way his chest vibrated with the action concerned Amnesty. Not even his reassuring head peck relieved her anxiety.
But then again, Void has never lied to her before. He's hidden things from her, like a birthday or Christmas surprise. But to lie? That wasn't her Void. And anyway, how was she to know what a cold felt like? She's never even had the sniffles! It came with the being-born-inhuman package. She tried soothing the cat that shared her body with that information. Yet if she were in her other skin she couldn't help but feel like her fur would be standing on edge. She made a small noise. A vibration in the back of her throat. "Do you want to stay home?" she signed after he let go of her hand. "I could make soup."
She wouldn't mind playing nurse for the weekend. But there was a band practice tonight. And if she knew anything about the members of Dark Paradise, it was that they didn't rest for anything. She took a big breath in, then released it. Her lips pursed, almost cartoonishly, in her way of asking for an actual kiss. "I'll be out soon, I promise."
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Post by Ventia on Feb 8, 2023 21:15:11 GMT -5
Void shook his head, he didn't want to waste the day, didn't want to waste any of the days he had left even if the idea of Amnesty fussing over him was appealing, he felt like he would only feel guiltier for not telling her that this wasn't something that would be gone in a few days. He smiled down at her, obediently bending over again and pressing his lips against hers, light at first until the softness of her lips made him close his eyes and press harder, sliding his hand to cup the back of her head as he nibbled on her bottom lip sucking in her little sigh and her little tongue that sought his out.
He groaned, gripping her head about to take a step into the bathroom when his throat constricted a warning sign that he wasn't getting enough air, he pulled away straightening quickly dropping his arm, and pressed his lips down into a tight smile.
"Take your time, we have all day." He winked and lightly urge her more into the bathroom before reaching for the knob and closing it throwing her another air kiss before the door closed. He held the doorknob tightly, keeping it closed while he cupped his mouth, breathing harshly from his nose trying to get the cough under control. When the feeling finally subsided, he let his hand fall and sucked in a breath, letting go of the bathroom door and turning around to face his bedroom.
"Fuck." He swore out loud, clenching his fist he had a sudden urge to thump his chest violently to get it to start working properly but it wasn't like he was some kind of machine. He sighed, sliding his hand through his loose hair, and walked forwards, finally hearing the shower turning on as he made it to his bed. He sat down, feeling tired and sore, and glanced at the bathroom door before looking for his phone. Still on his nightstand table, he unplugged it from the charging cord and propped himself on the pile of pillows he had somehow acquired more throughout these last two years.
He distracted himself by going through his and Amnesty's texts, she was so sweet he thought rereading a few old messages that still made him smile and happy. He paused at one of their pictures, right after a concert they had all hanged out at Dennys, the pushed-together tables were filled with food everyone was smiling in it, Andy grinning as he took the pic, Chase in the middle of taking a bite of a chicken tender, Jareth and Lynn facing the camera smiling holding hands under the table, and he and Amnesty were in the back. He had leaned over, surprising her with a sudden kiss, his hand on her cheek, her face red but her eyes peacefully closed as she touched his arm.
The blushing faces under the picture made Void clench his teeth, he knew Amnesty loved him as much as he did her and that was why he was so worried about not hurting her. He should break up with her, to save her from some of the pain, but he wasn't that considerate. He was selfish, wanting every last second he could have with her, even if it meant saying goodbye would hurt that much worse. No, he would never break up with her...Void closed his eyes, already seeing her eyes filling up with tears if he even so much as brought that subject up.
But then she would be crying after he was gone...and he wouldn't be there to know whether or not she would ever get over him...did he even want her to get over him? The idea of her starting something new with someone else made his lungs seize up, and before he knew it, he was in a coughing fit and had to suck the air out of the room multiple times before he could calm himself down.
He should be ashamed of himself for having such greedy thoughts, of course he wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to be smiling, not crying, not alone for the rest of her life. He wanted her to find love again, he thought stubbornly and decisively, he would have to talk to his friends, ask them to watch over her, and tell her that he wanted her to move on, and since he was selfish he wanted them to tell her not to forget him, to look back on their relationship with a smile, to remember him, even if it's just for a moment.
Void rubbed his eyes, hearing the water turning off, and pushed his phone into his front pocket, clearing his throat his eyes moving towards the bathroom door, wanting to see her already to not miss even a second.
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Post by Thea on Feb 9, 2023 2:39:08 GMT -5
Amnesty never was one to think that her disability was ... a disability. She was born deaf, so she never really missed being part of the hearing world. Though there were times that she would admit it would come in handy. Like now. She thought about the way Void ended the kiss they shared. In the beginning, she would have been worried she did something to offend him. Now it just made her think back to the blood she smelled when she first walked in. He had been too quick to close the door on her for her liking, too. Before she stepped into the steaming shower she had been left with a feeling of cold hurt.
Not that she should feel that way, she scolded herself. It wasn't like he was trying to be hateful. After all, he blew her a kiss before he closed the door. And maybe he was hungry. Amnesty imagined Void not eating all day, waiting for their outing to eat. With that thought in mind, she turned to walk farther into the bathroom and turned the water on to her desired temperature.
There she stood, letting the water pound onto her back as she worked to let some of her pent-up anxiety out. Slowly but surely, her pores opened, letting her rosette fur slide through to cover her hardening skin. She took the time to really feel her fingertips turn into claws, her tail emerge to sweep across the faucet, and her back curl inwards in her body's way to say that it was now ready to be on all-fours. Just before her shift was complete she halted it and had the animal within her retreat. With that came her pores opening again, her skin returning to the softness of human flesh. She watched in detached fascination as her fingertips returned to normal.
Shifting took a lot of energy out of her if she wasn't careful. The ability to do so could last seconds if she wanted, but if it did then her body would need time to recuperate before shifting back. Amnesty had to force herself to take it slow, so as not to wear herself out too much. This time, she didn't mind, because now her animal counterpart wasn't so antsy to find out why their "something's not right" meter went off.
With a sigh, she went to work quickly washing her hair with the shampoo she "accidentally" left, digging her fingers that were claws moments ago into her scalp as a way to massage it. Then she borrowed Void's black loofah to lather her body wash over her body, grinning devilishly at the prospect of him smelling like her if he didn't think to wash it out before the next time he used it. By the time she finished and turned the water off, she had been in the bathroom for over thirty minutes.
Another ten and she was stepping out in an oversized sweater with the front tucked into the front of her skinny jeans like she's seen in recent fashion. She was barefoot, with the pair of tan booties she planned on wearing tucked between her thighs. "Forgot socks," she said, grimacing. "Can I borrow yours?"
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Post by Ventia on Feb 9, 2023 17:54:40 GMT -5
"Sure pass me one too." He signed back, watching her move over to the sock door and grabbing two rolled-up pairs before she wobbled the rest of the way to the bed, sitting next to him and placing her boots down. She handed him one pair, which he took and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek as thanks, and then bent down to start putting the socks on.
Void breathed in deeply, her freshly showered scent filled his room he realized not for the first time how much he liked that, and with his free hand he reached for her wet hair that she had put in a quick bun, the water already beginning to drip down to the nape of her sweater. Void pulled his hand back, tossing his pair of socks next to him and got up, moving back to the bathroom grabbing a fresh towel before he came back to the bed, sitting behind Amnesty he reached for her hair again, this time his fingers slipped into the makeshift bun, easily loosening it and letting her thick hair fall down.
He began drying it with the towel, massaging her scalp a little as he went taking his time to get as much of the water out without damaging it by srunching it too much. He left the towel on her back, got up again to grab his brush and some hair product he usually used and then sat back behind her, brushing her hair gently his fingers touching the back of her nape as he lifted it to get the back. Once brushed, he put some of the oil on his hands and began twirling his fingers around her ends and through her scalp, giving it another quick yet calming massage before he was finally content she wouldn't catch a cold from how wet her hair had been.
He hugged her from behind then, wrapping his arms tight and secure around her chest, pressing his face into her damped hair as he tilted her backward so she rested completely against his chest. He nuzzled his face into her hair, sighing lightly and moved his face till he could press a kiss to her exposed neck, right under her ear.
"I love you." He whispered into her ear.
"I'm sorry." He said next, pressing another kiss to her ear and then pulled away, meeting her gaze. He smiled at her, truly content in this moment and squeezed her tighter. His chest was warm from her body heat. She gave him strength just by being there with him, he could honestly say she was the main reason why he could still smile in such a cruel world.
He eased his arms around her enough to sign in front of her chest. "Ready?" He asked, and once she said yes he would quickly put his socks and shoes on and they would be on their way. Valentine's Day was around the corner, he thought, and wanted to make it the best one yet for her just in case he didn't get the chance to next year.
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Post by Thea on Feb 9, 2023 21:02:38 GMT -5
This was not the first time that Void worked his magic on her hair. But like all the others, she sat in front of him obediently, eyes closed in concentration so as not to purr her contentment. Her heart felt like melting, forgetting how quickly he backed out of the bathroom almost an hour before. This ... she couldn't believe this was her life. Before she met Void, she was obsessed with him. Even though she wasn't able to hear, Dark Paradise was her favorite band. She had read all their lyrics. Danced to the vibrations of the songs. She had adored every one of the band members, but there had been something about Void that called to her. She thought it had been because he was the drummer, and it was his instrument that she "heard" the most.
Imagine her surprise when she felt the tingles for him. That singular sensation that heralded every shifter's perfect half. When she thought back on how drawn she was to him before she had chalked it up to her soul knowing before she did that Void was hers. As she was his.
The hiccup was that he was human.
Her father had a rule within their household: absolutely no turning humans. Growing up, it was an easy rule to follow. She was hardly let out of the house growing up, so her only friends consisted of her brother and a few online friends that she had since fallen out of contact with. And when she had the "mate talk" (something that she never thought in a million years she would have because she was never allowed to do anything she thought was fun), she was never told that humans could be mates. Has she thought about turning Void? Yes, a million times over. Even Jareth and Lynn had asked, who were also shifters (that revelation had blown her away), if she was going to. If she had even broached the subject that she was not human to Void.
The answer was no. Did she plan to tell him? Yes. But there never really was a perfect time to tell her boyfriend such life-altering news. Not to mention, there had been that fear that always rested in the back of her mind, raising its ugly head every now and then to let her know that there was a possibility Void would think her a freak. And who would want to date a freak? On top of all that, her father's rule was still in action. Even reinforced when Void and Elle came into their lives. Shifting was not for the faint of heart. Some natural-born shifters didn't even make it past their first. It was long hours of bones breaking to merge into different ones. Organs reorganize themselves and even disappear altogether. Her own mother, born human, had been traumatized. Amnesty knew where her father was coming from, then. He didn't want her or Hayes to go through the same thing he did.
The she-cat was okay with her boyfriend being human. She loved him all the same.
His mint-scented breath brought her out of her thoughts and goosebumps pebbled her skin. Not knowing what he had said, she resisted the urge to scrunch her shoulder to her ear as she smiled. She was arguably stronger and faster than he was, but when he cradled her in his arms, she felt safe. Protected. Loved and nurtured. Amnesty nodded her head once and stood, following him out the door and to his car. There, she signed, "What's for lunch? Sushi?"
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Post by Ventia on Feb 14, 2023 2:27:44 GMT -5
"If that's what you want, yes." He signed to her before opening the passenger side door for her and waited for her to go in. She shrugged then nodded, and he chuckled as he closed the door once she was in the clear. He moved over to the driver's side, got in and started the engine, buckling in making sure Amnesty did the same before he pulled out of the parking spot.
He reached for her thigh after putting the radio on loud enough for her to enjoy the vibrations, resting his hand there as he made his way to one of their favorite sushi spots fully content with the companion silence. His friends had asked him once, how he felt being in a relationship where he couldn't hear his girl's voice basically saying that they couldn't imagine how it would be not talking but for Void, it had never really been an issue. Maybe it was because of Elle, who became deaf at the tender age of six, and grew up having to learn how to express herself through sign language-how the whole family had to learn if they wanted to interact with her.
He learned alongside Elle, and they realized how much they could express themselves without the need for words, if Void was honest there were many days when he wished everyone knew sign language because talking was so draining sometimes. Then there were other days when he was glad they didn't because he could have his secret talks with both his sister and girlfriend without worrying about anyone else overhearing or judging/teasing. He did like hearing their voices though, even if both Elle and Amnesty didn't like speaking as much because they thought they sounded weird, Void didn't.
Their voices, the sounds, they sounded so pure, so untainted. Like an untouched melody born from life itself, never tainted by the world around them, yes they didn't sound perfect to what society deemed, but to Void, each time he got to hear Elle or Amnesty mumble something he considered that day to be very lucky indeed and his ears blessed.
They arrived at the restaurant, he parked and grabbed his cap from the back, ever since the tour more than usual, he was starting to get recognized. It wasn't always a bad thing but Void being the loner type on any given day, didn't know what to do with his many outgoing fans. Thankfully, he was the least popular of the group, the majority going crazy for Andy, Chase, and Jareth, leaving him usually unnoticed. Plus the only important fan he needed, he already got.
He thought as he held his hand out for Amnesty to take, only his smile peeked from under the cap's shadow.
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Post by Thea on Feb 18, 2023 21:24:23 GMT -5
Amnesty couldn't help the satisfied smile on her face, thanking her lucky stars yet again that Void was her mate. Void hardly ever said no to sushi, which was her favorite food by far. On the way there she drew little patterns on the backs of his hand, letting the tingles travel across her body in tandem with the speakers' vibrations. Her eyes closed in contentment as she let herself be carried away into bliss, only opening them again when the car was shut off.
It was then that she had to resist the urge to pout. She had been with Void for two years, now, watching him and the rest of the band get more popular by the day. It was inevitable that he would get recognized, and the more Dark Paradise ruled the charts the more people were emboldened to take pictures and ask for autographs. Amnesty was glad that there were people that knew about Void as the drummer, but at the same time she found herself getting irritated with those that didn't know what space was. She hated the fact that Void felt as if he had to hide.
She quickly learned that, unfortunately, that was the entertainment industry. So instead, she returned Void's smile and grabbed his hand, letting him take her into their favorite seafood spot.
Inside the familiar waiting area, the hostess greeted them warmly. Amnesty watched the woman's mouth move, presumably saying Welcome back, guys with as much enthusiasm as a golden retriever. Then just as soon as they started to walk toward their usual table the hostess stopped quickly and turned around.
"I wanted to ask if you would help me with my ASL, Amnesty," her hands spoke as her lips moved. It took the deaf shifter a few minutes to register what the hostess was asking, because she's never signed before. But when her brain caught up with her eyes the friendly smile turned into a broad, teeth-bearing grin as she nodded. Amnesty was never the type of person to think that her disability was a downfall, but she had to admit there were days that she wished she didn't have to accommodate the hearing world all the time. She was honored that someone that had no relation to her other than working at her favorite sushi place would take the time to learn her language.
"Of course," she signed enthusiastically, two fingers from one hand making a circular motion to land on the back of her fist, then shook her head yes instead at the slight confusion on the woman's face.
Baby steps. Baby steps.
Ten minutes later, drinks were handed out to them and their orders had been placed. The various smells of the low-lit restaurant had her belly rumbling in anticipation. "What are we doing in band practice tonight?" she asked her boyfriend before taking a sip of her dark soda. Another pleasure of hers, despite Void reminding her constantly that water was better for her than carbonated syrup.
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Post by Ventia on May 12, 2023 1:01:47 GMT -5
Void sat next to her in the generous-sized booth, sometimes he liked sitting in front of her, so he could watch as she did her happy dances after eating something especially tasty, other days like today, he just wanted to be near her. To feel her against him, his arm was loosely wrapped around her back as he tilted his body in her direction so he could have a better view of her face and hands.
He sighed at her question, from thinking about band practice and the upcoming 'homecoming' concert that was set for later this month. He eased his arm from behind her, instead of replying right away he finally took off the cap and placed it on the other end of the table. Then he began to slowly move his hands.
"Probably practicing a few of the older songs, along with that last lineup of that last concert. He also wants to try out something he's been working on with Lynn." Void glanced at her, then waved his hand around as if he was blowing it all away like smoke.
"Let's not talk about band practice for right now. What about you? Any plans I don't know about yet for the upcoming summer?" He signed then wrapped his arm back under her back and began smoothing his fingers up and down her side while he sipped from his water, his eyes on her, his chest tightening but the pain being bearable still.
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Post by Thea on May 30, 2023 19:54:07 GMT -5
Her lips pursed in a small comical pucker, eyebrows drawn together in concern. Void wasn't usually the type to dismiss band-related talk so quickly. Amnesty loved hearing all about it and was excited especially knowing that Jareth wanted to play something he and Lynn were working on. They were private people, that Amnesty knew. So for them to bring something like this to light it had to be good.
It was strange that Void didn't really want to talk about it.
The look of concern slowly melted away with every brush of his fingers against her side. Still, her anxiety sat in the back of her mind as she signed, "Hayes has this science convention he wants to go to. Have to be his guinea pig for his experiment." Her brother was the brains of the family. Ever since their stepmother - a well-known engineer - came into their lives Hayes absorbed her knowledge like a sponge. Now a prodigy, Hayes was always trying to expand his mind. Sometimes, that meant she needed to be his helper. "There's also a family reunion. A wedding, if you want to be my plus one?" Amnesty asked, eyes waggling in suggestion.
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