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What...what exactly was this woman on about!? The man continued to fluster as she added a little comment on what she said earlier. It was a rather strange thing to talk about let alone think about. Now she had him actually thinking about it. The idea raced through the man's mind out of pure curiosity, and...experience, but quickly he shook his head to get his mind off it, and to changed the subject by asking a question he was curious about since the moment Lady Sarai spoke of it as well as the strange ki he felt.
What on earth is an Angelean?
Marcel who was now on top of the stack of hay the blonde was coming asked his question before sitting down, the smell of hay pretty strong to him as well, but something he's grown use to. He looked down at the woman he questioned, and saw that light in her eyes, the enthusiasm burning throughout her body from being asked that. The man simply tilted his head until he noticed her letting go of the hay! Was she crazy, or something!? Why would she let go like this, Marcel thought still surprised by this woman's actions despite proving that she was prone to doing crazy crap like this previously. Quickly he stood up, and took a step to the edge before crouching down, lowering a hand in an attempt to catch the Angelean. If their hands manage to connect, he'd attempt to grab it, holding onto her so she wouldn't fall. With that done, he'd begin to feel a slight change in the woman's ki. A small increase, but it made that strange ki of hers more noticeable causing him to raise an eyebrow. All the hybrid could describe from this, is that it feels...heavenly in nature....a sense of warmth that caused the man to look at her, his expression more on the hope side now while she started to explain, the man lifting her up onto the stack with him in the process before sitting back down.
"I see...." he claimed, his tone drifting a bit some from that warm feeling she gave off. It was so comforting...reassuring. "So...you are like an Angel?" all he was able to come up with from hearing about this. She didn't look like one would think an Angel would look like. No halo, no wings, yet it would still make sense giving that holy like feeling she gave off, and perhaps her peppy nature? "We.....we are truly opposites." he claimed with a light chuckle. It was honestly just amazing. She is practically a Angel, and him a Demon which furthered their contrasting natures. Quickly his mind went back to what she said about her race, and how they were mostly killed off, his smile turning to a frown for a bit before returning to a comforting smile. "You seem to really love your race." he claimed. It was yet another thing that were different about the two. Lady Sarai embraced her species, Marcel on the other hand despised what he was...."You'll get that recognition, Lady Sarai. I'm sure of it." he said with confidence, looking at her before looking forward, his hands clasped together as he twiddled his thumbs a bit.
Her jumping from the haystacks didn’t go as planned. Instead of hurtling towards the ground, the girl was grabbed by the man. Hands connecting, he held onto her securely. She instantly grasped him back, her bright blue eyes a bit questioning but still just mostly happy. She wouldn’t fall to her butt and lay upon the ground. Taking his hand, she’d stay by him. It wouldn’t much matter in the end to her, she told her species and herself. At least briefly.
Grinning as she normally did, the two would release hands and the man would speak to her, ending with a twiddling of his fingers. He sat down, and with a small bit of hesitance, she would sit by him. The hesitance? Not from fear or discomfort. But deciding on whether she actually wanted to sit or not. Standing was so much more... freeing. Then again, sitting was fine. Leaning back on the hay, her elbows propping her up somewhat, she’d look to the darkened top of the barn.
“I would say I’m like an Angel. There’s probably great possibility that it’s my race that had been seen and then twisted to fit forms of religion or myth.”
Kicking her feet lightly against the hay as she let her legs dangle over the edge of the stack, she’d think more on what he said. She’d look to him. Contemplating the opposite comment. Giving a grin, she’d give a little bit of a chuckle and an awkward light punch to the hip as she shifted her weight quickly to give her one arm that freedom. Then, she’d plop back down into the same position.
“There are opposites all through the world. Eventually you’d come to meet yours, no?”
Still a bit of laughter to her voice, she’d give the man a wink.
“Opposites can be found within my race too. I’ve been told that we have two paths granted to us. Those of us which draw upon the powers of light in the universe. Those of us that draw on the power of darkness. But my mom was always careful to tell me that neither power made that person who they were.”
Grinning, she’d push her upper body back up to a sitting position. Holding her hands out on either side of her, like a scale, she’d look to Marcel as she spoke.
“Light and dark might be opposites. But that doesn’t mean they coincide with good and evil. Nor love and hate. Or joy and sadness.”
Lowering her hands, she’d give the man a playful shove, one which wouldn’t shake him from his sitting position.
“I was born of the light. But I choose to be happy with who I am. Just as I choose to try and get my race known.”
Leaning towards him, bright eyes focused on the demon she didn’t know of, she’d try to once again sprout that annoying but amusing stuttering fool.
"I would believe so." Marcel gave a chuckle before looking down at his clasped hands, not thinking much of the light punch he just received. A lot of people are so easily driven, and inspired by small things that it wouldn't be so bizarre if this woman's race was responsible for certain myths, or religions. People were creative that way, and also a bit ignorant, but that just made the world, the entire universe much more interesting. He'd simply nod at her next question. Marcel firmly believed in things like destiny, natural opposites...soulmates even, and it appears that he has found his natural opposite which feels really strange yet natural in some way.
What she'd say next would cause the man to turn his head to face her, a curious expression on his face as she spread her arms apart, the man leaning away some so he wouldn't get hit. "Draw on...the darkness?" he repeated, looking back down as he unclasped his hands, looking down at the palm of one of them as a small flicker of dark ki appeared in the center before disappearing. "Oh, that is something I'm already...aware of." commenting on light, and darkness not determining a person. Though there was a sense of uncertainty in his tone. His very own ki was dark, tainted by the demon blood in his veins, but the man walked never truly had any malevolent intents....save for those times he lost his temper, but that led to rage more than anything truly evil. He still had doubts however. Not knowing much about demons other than most of them being an evil bunch, the man feared that all who possessed the blood of those creatures would eventually fall into a more malevolent state, including himself.
He would feel the playful shove of the Angelean, smiling weakly despite barely being moved. "You truly do represent what most interpret the true meaning of light to be, that is for sure." he added confidentially after she finished speaking. After hearing some movement, Marcel glanced over to his side to see that Lady Sarai was...a bit close again causing him to blush lightly as usual, but instead of flustering up, he'd attempt to playfully shove the blonde back with a bit of force as he smiled. "Just....take my word for it." is all he would say.
When it came to talking about his demon half, the man was never all too comfortable talking about it.
The girl would bluntly state. Like he had to question darkness. Saying he was aware of the paths of light and dark being good nor evil due to their abilities. He was uncertain. He got stuttered when people were too close. He shifted on his thoughts. It was so different from her, like he had said. But that didn’t make them opposites, not in itself. Yet, he so specifically wanted to keep them as opposites. Her eyes flickered to his hand. An odd sight she’d briefly catch. Did he... weild darkness? Hm. The girl’s mind trying to keep up with what was transpiring, she’d continue with her original motive. Fluster him.
To her surprise, it wasn’t as much as before. It wasn’t even disappointing. He blushed, but he looked less sick. He went to shove her. Her own reactions would be swift and somewhat aggressive. Grabbing his wrist with one hand and shoving it down against he hay. Her other would grip his face. His chin, similar to how when they had been fighting and he went to headbutt her. Fingers coiled around one side, her thumb firmly pressed against the other. She’d turn him back to her. The bright eyes focused upon his own.
“No.”
Would be her answer. Challenging and confident. There was still a smirk, but he’d be able to tell she was dead serious.
“I won’t be just taking your word. For once, without us swing at one another, give yourself that freedom. Or I will punch you in the nose. And I can learn more about you that way.”
She watched him, her eyes looking over his eyes, then his facial feature. She wanted him to let go, even if only for a moment. There was a fighter in there, but he reserved it for fighting. This opposite of hers, this Marcel, would hide behind his shadow until it came time to prove himself in fists.
Something Marcel was already aware of about himself. Ever since he was a child, the hybrid was the type to keep quiet, secluding himself from those who weren't his mother, or step father. Even before the bullying which only made it worse. It was something that just stuck to him, something he honestly wanted to change, but has yet to find the confidence to do so, the closest to him letting loose only during training, or spars.
Marcel's attempt to playfully shove Lady Sarai back after speaking was quickly interrupted by the Angelean grabbing his wrist, forcing it down to the hay. The man looked down at his hand, but his face would quickly be redirected to the woman's own in a similar fashion as she did earlier. He felt her hand resting on the side of his face, and thumb on his chin. Unlike when the man was pumping with adrenaline, his cheeks deepened in that red color, and was unable to get his crimson eyes off of the blonde's blue ones. She wanted to make it clear that she wasn't going to take that vague answer of his sitting down. After her little threat, and attempt to get him to actually open up, the man glanced down, actually thinking of this.
Open up....? He'd think.
A part of him actually did want to go ahead, and tell her, get this off of his chest. Maybe telling someone who wasn't his parents of his true demonic nature would ease him some, but another part of him had something else in mind....
With his free hand, Marcel grabbed Lady Sarai's wrist, attempting to lift her hand off of his face before shifting his body forward to pin her back first against the hay, his hand pressing that wrist down as he tried getting his other hand free to do the same with the blonde's other wrist. "Perhaps we can try the latter?" he asked with a challenging smirk, looking down at the Angel with a bit of his fighting spirit taking over once again due to that little threat Lady Sarai made earlier, and also as a way to hopefully distract her from that question.
Silence enveloped them both. Marcel mulling over her words and deciding what to do, Sarai waiting patiently. She wasn’t the greatest at talking. She was forceful, like everything else she was in. Blunt, aggressive. It didn’t mean she didn’t care, this is just who she was. Her secure holds on both his wrist and his face, she waited. No running. No escaping. Just one little moment of freedom. He was blushing, his red eyes focused on hers due to the position, but nothing else came. Waiting. She could do it. Just a little bit longer.
She held on. Marcel moved. His hand grabbing her wrist and attempting to change the situation. Pushing her to the hay, her wrist and arm now against the ‘floor’ of this haybale and him attempting to switch the grip with her other hand. Take her out of control and put him in her place. He was above her, the Angelean giving him his way and not fighting with his movements. If this was his freedom, she wouldn’t fight against him. One moment is what she asked. There was an odd tightness in her heart as the man put himself above her. One she wrote off as being the underdog, being put in the weaker position without her fighting it. It wasn’t natural to her. But she’d submit if it meant getting him to let go of his hesitation.
The expectant look would change into a look of ‘really now?’ and challenging smirk. He had gotten himself into a position of power and then relinquished his control. He no longer looked for his own freedom. The ki in her body gathering from a celestial source, focusing in the woman. She’d speak as her eyes would softly glow into a more golden color.
“What are you afraid of, Shadow?”
She questioned with her same smirk. Her eyes flashing before him. The sun nearly mimicked in her vision, if he wasn’t paying attention or wasn’t quick enough to react, he’d be momentarily stunned. Assuming that he had indeed been caught in her light, she’d take advantage. Spinning the two of them back in her favor. Her straddling him, her holding his wrists down, and her bending close to his face in await of her response.
By use of the eyes of her people, Sarai can start a brilliant flash of light by willing her irises to gather her ki and make her eyes a golden color. Then bursting the ki forth from her body, the light is blinding to all those who are in her vicinity to witness. [One turn stun non harming. Must get above 50% of the user's PL to dodge.]
Marcel's heart once again began to pump. He had the woman pinned down under him, ready for round two. Just because they paused earlier didn't mean they were done for the day. He wanted to get his mind off of what was burdening him, the question this woman brought up. Perhaps another battle would not only distract her, but him as well as it's done so perfectly in the past. He was in control...nut it didn't seem like it would be that way for long. He could sense that ancient ki of hers flaring up some which led to Marcel's smirk turning into a questioning tone. The blonde's eyes would begin to glow causing Marcel's own to raise up some in surprise before attempting to back away. She was obviously up to something, but he didn't make it out of the way in time.
A sudden flash of light came pouring from this angel's body, both blinding, and stopping the man from moving! His eyes squint shut, and he was about to fall backwards all the way onto the ground before he was caught, the positions quickly changed around. He was now a slave to this woman temporarily, unable to move, or see. She wasn't as strong as Marcel, but it was clear lady Sarai had tricks up her sleeve, tricks that the man should make sure to remember.
"I'm afraid...." he gritted his teeth, eyes still squint shut as he could feet the woman straddling him, but not much else he could do at this point, but speak. "I'm afraid of the truth, Lady Sarai!" he exclaimed, his chest pumping as he inhaled, and exhaled heavily. He was honestly afraid of what she'd think of him if she knew the truth about hm being a demon, but yet he was able to blurt it out in a combination of anger, and regret.
"I'm a demon....a monster...Something everyone, specifically you of all people should fear...and despise." It would only make sense. People ran from him, shunned him throughout his life because they knew what he was. He laid there silent after saying that, just waiting for her to either beat on him, or run off. It wouldn't surprise the frustrated man.
Her trick had worked with near no hitch. She could feel Marcel backing away, unsure of what she was doing, and she could see that as well. He was aware enough to be hesitant of something he didn’t know. But not enough to avoid. Her eyes flashing that light that would temporarily throw him off his game, he’d be stunned. She’d grab him before letting him fall to the ground, switching their positions as she deemed fit. Straddling him. Holding him down. Awaiting once again for her answer. There was a grin to her lips. She was in control now. Yet... that tightness was still oddly there.
He had heard her question, so far not ignoring it. He spoke, and with gritted teeth. Did this pain him? Sarai couldn’t fathom what he could say that made them opposites and cause him such grief. He then near hollered at her. Not so much that she was offended or deafened, but it showed his frustration and pain. Confused, the Angelean would look down upon her captive. There was concern in her expression, what exactly had she delved into? Loosening her grip just a bit on his wrists, she’d see his chest heaving and wondered if she was actually harming him.
Yet when he would finally explain himself, the woman would be all the more confused. A monster? She should fear and despise him? The smirk returned to her face, even if she still didn’t understand. Letting go of his wrists, she’d gently take hold of either side of his head, leaning over just a bit more to put a kiss to his forehead. “You’re kind of an idiot.” The young woman chuckled quietly, letting go of him with her hands and sitting up atop him. Her hips and weight upon his, she’d let her hands rest in front of her, gently making contact with his lower abdomen as she sat there.
“You told me that you already knew that light and dark didn’t dictate who you were, didn’t you? So why should being a demon make any difference? I’m not afraid of you. And I definitely don’t despise you.”
She spoke bluntly and confidently. Just like she always did. The smirk was still there and she was watching him with her normal bright blues.
“Well. Maybe I despise you a little when you freak out cause I touch you.”
An added thought on the end, she’d laugh like it was a joke. It had bothered her at first, but she was growing used to it. It hadn’t been disgust that made him act that way. Or at least she thought and hoped.
With his eyes still slammed shut, Marcel laid there quietly. He waited for something to happen, for Lady Sarai to take action, or just run off. He then felt his wrists being freed, the woman probably preparing to smash his face in, but instead he felt her shifting her body some as those hands were now on the sides of his face. His eyes opened slowly, vision still blurry for a second before it focused just in time to see the blonde lowering her head, lips pressed against his forehead before sitting back up on him, claiming hm to be an idiot. What....what just happened? He wasn't at all flustered this time, but rather confused by her action. Why didn't she attack him? Was this some game to her? He told her he's a monster which he is in most people's eyes.
Marcel just laid there looking up at Lady Sarai in confusion as she spoke. Slowly his expression turned more...relieved mixed with disbelief. His breathing lowered, and he just looked at her. She wasn't afraid? She didn't despise him? There was no sign of regret in this woman's face, nor fear. Only that same cheery tone she gave off ever since they met.
He was in a state of disbelief, happiness even, tuning out the little joke she added at the end. He honestly couldn't muster up any words to describe how grateful he was to hear this. His eyes then developed a bit of a shine to them, tears forming in them before he pushed his upper body up with her still in his lap, attempting to wrap his arms around the Angelean, chin resting on her shoulder with a quick sniff, trying to keep the tears from rolling. He just embraced her, bodies pressed against each other without a word. She had no idea how happy that made him for there to be someone who didn't care about his demon half, who saw past that.
"Thank you...." he managed to get out with a warm smile. He really needed that.
Sarai had kept her attention on him, there was really nowhere else she had to look at this moment. The barn was interesting but... So was Marcel. This fear he had for himself could most definitely be the reason for his hesitance. Sarai was happy with who she was and could bound through life without a care. Marcel? He looked into the eye of shame and disgust whenever he thought of himself. Still, there was nothing in him to fear. Not that she had seen. She wasn’t the brightest bulb in the building, but he certainly didn’t make her feel threatened.
Wait... what was happening to his eyes? Was he gonna stun her? And then... she realized they were tears. Confused once again, Sarai wasn’t quite sure what she had done. She didn’t remember insulting hi- oh. She did call him an idiot. Heh. The bright eyes would widen at the action that happened next. The man she had freed would grab ahold of her. Pulling her into an embrace, the girl was speechless and frozen. At least for a few moments. What... just happened?
Slowly, she’d warm up. His body and hers pressed together in his hug, she’d wrap her arms around him. One around his back, the other behind his shoulder and resting on his head. Her fingers slipped into his hair, ruffling it simply and gently. The blonde would lean her head against the man the rested upon her shoulder. Sarai was not... the most delicate person. But there were few times in her life where she had been gathered into someone’s arms and comforted. She could at least try for this man.
“There’s no real reason to thank me, Marcel.”
The woman chuckled lightly. She’d hold onto him as long as he held to her. The girl knew pain. Not a lot of it. But when she was in trouble, she had wanted to hold onto people. She’d let him as long as he desired.
“I’ll tell ya straight out what I think. Ain’t no reason for me to lie. I’m a little angel afterall.”
Her voice was quieter, though it still held that peppiness to it. She was trying to comfort him in her own little way. And in her own way, she was offering to be there for him if he needed. Not that it was obvious. If he would have let go of her by the end, could see her face, she’d wink to him. If not, she’d remain holding him, their bodies held together by the other.
No reason to thank her? She clearly doesn't realize the effect those words had on him. No one other than his mother, and step father have ever accepted him while knowing of his demon half, but his mother abandoned him while his step father passed away. Now there was someone else who he knew accepted him for what he was, even this is only his second time meeting her. He'd chuckle a bit at her next comment, his voice sounding a bit broken from trying to stop the crying like a little baby. "You are an angel..." he repeated as if he knew just now realized it. Still, he held onto Lady Sarai for a bit more as she now embraced him, not wanting to let go, but of course he couldn't just keep her there forever.
Finally, the hybrid released her, arms moving away from the blonde's body as he brought one up to wipe the tears from his face, another sniff following. "I really appreciate it, Lady Sarai." he said truthfully, still close to her yet not flustering up. He was just so overcome with joy! How could he be hesitant? She certainly an odd one this Angelean, but in a good way. Once a brief pain in the ass, and now he sees her as a close friend though he doubted she felt the same, nor would he blame her. "I am in your debt." he claimed confidentially whether she accepted it, or not. "I will pay you back...for this kindness." he smiled, but not sure how he would. Just confident that he will one day.
Her words made him chuckle, if only slightly. The bright girl beamed at the realization she got him to cheer back up, even if just a little. When he’d repeat her saying she was angel, the girl would also laugh. Pulling him tighter for a moment in response to his words, she couldn’t say she really agreed or disagreed. She was Angelean. It was different to her. But she could also see it as the same. Either way, he called her Lady, Angel, whatever he wished. It wasn’t going to bother her.
When the girl would feel his arms loosening around her body, she’d let him go too. Letting her arms leave him and she’d sit there with a smile upon her face. In his lap, them both sitting up now, regardless of them hugging or not they would be extremely close. He wiped tears from his face, ones she hadn’t known where there. He’d thank her in a way, giving the girl a chuckle and she’d shake her head. He was being silly. She merely spoke her mind. It wasn’t all to make him feel better. Sure, that helped, but she wouldn’t lie to get the job done.
“How you gonna pay me back? Huh? I’d like to think you telling me your fears in the first place is pretty giving.”
Grinning, but it had a softness to it, the blonde would lean forward. Lightly hitting her forehead against his, she’d keep her blue eyes trained upon his red.
With his palms now placed on the hay, Marcel gazed into Lady Sarai's eyes happily after saying what he had to say. It felt as if a huge weight was lifted off his chest, being so happy that he even didn't really notice how unbelievably close the two were. She'd question how he'd pay her back, adding that him finally answering was enough for her, but the man simply shook his head. "I'm honestly not sure how, but I will find a way to pay you back. Simply telling you the truth isn't enough, Lady Sarai." Marcel said. The hybrid lived by some code of honor which he followed all the way. He couldn't just leave someone who he felt he owed without giving them something in return! It wasn't his style.
Marcel glanced down shortly after, pondering about what it is he could do, but would quickly be interrupted by the feeling of something pressing up against his forehead. Quickly the man would glance back up to see that the Angelean's face was even closer, eyes locked on hers, and foreheads pressed against each other. Though it was a lot more comforting than having their forehead's collide with each other like earlier, the man started to get a bit nervous again which was obvious by the rosy cheeks returning again, and his somewhat puzzled expression. His heart began to race once more, but instead of flustering up like he does most of the time, the man simply smiled.
"Like night, and day." he answered softly before leaning his head a bit more closer in until their lips pressed together for a quick peck before pulling back a bit. He wasn't sure if it was the heat of the moment, or his heart feeling like i wanted to jump out of his chest, but he actually did it, and this time without the need of a battle. Perhaps another way to thank her? He wasn't sure what to feel. He honestly wanted to deepen the kiss some, but got cold feet which led to the small peck. He just looked into her eyes quietly now, not really sure what to do next, but at the same time wouldn't mind sitting here like this which he still really wasn't sure why.
They were still close. This was very different than how she normally was with people. The gruff blonde stayed with fighting. She taught fighting and partook in fighting. Everything she did revolved around some sort of upkeep of her body. This... was different. She wasn’t helping him upkeep his body. She was comforting him and being there for him. Sarai found it important, she knew others had been there for her. But... it was still different to the girl. She had never been the one to pull someone out of the darkness.
“I don’t ever really want much though!”
The girl laughed quietly, a large amount of joy on her face. She didn’t know how this man could pay her back. She didn’t even think there was anything to pay back! But that was his choice. If he wanted to feel indebted, if it would somehow make him feel better to do her a favor at some point, she couldn’t fight it. Or rather, wouldn’t. She had torn enough out of him for this day. Leaning her head to his, the two were close. It was comforting for the female. He fought with her, made her heart race, and she found no fear in spending time with him out of a spar. Sarai rarely felt actual fear, she was too bullheaded and confident for that. More her fears might rely on someone harming her heart or mind. Bringing out her mental weaknesses. This man... didn’t. Not as of yet anyway.
When he’d answer that they were still opposites, she’d open her mouth to retort. Though... she was interrupted. His lips pressed to hers, a gentle kiss that he initiated. Surprised, the bright blue eyes would start at him in disbelief as he left the contact between them. A slight tinge of heat still clung to her lips. He wasn’t grinning like it was a joke. He wasn’t laughing and trying to get away. It didn’t look like he was provoking a reaction. Did... he do it because he simply wanted to kiss her? She raised a hand to his face. Fingers lightly tracing from the back hinge of his jaw and lightly caressing the skin towards his chin. Should she kiss him? Was this attraction or care? Or just fun? Did it really matter?
Her thoughts were quick enough. She decided. It didn’t really matter what it was. If she wanted it, why not take it. Her hand still on his face, lightly keeping contact with him, she’d return his earlier notion. Pressing her lips to his, kissing him with a bit more ferocity than he had to her. She was still herself afterall, a bit more forward than Shadow. And she lingered, her other hand raising to his shoulder and guiding him to her.
Marcel's eyes remained locked on Sarai's, foreheads still pinned together. He honestly couldn't believe he actually worked up the courage to go in for a kiss like that. This was not at all his first time, and has actually experienced this before....but it felt different somehow. He couldn't put a finger on it, but it was something he had never really felt before. He wasn't sure what to think....what to say. Even the Angelean was quiet which worried Marcel a bit. Perhaps she was contemplating hitting him now?
Instead, she brought a hand up to his jaw, feeling it caress against it then his chin which caused chills to run down his spine. What was she plotting? Marcel watched, and studied her movements, his eyes following her hand until he noticed the woman coming closer in, mimicking what the man had did, but in a much more rougher fashion. She'd kiss the man, causing him to widen his eyes a bit before lowering them some as it deepened, lasting unlike the light peck he did. His arms slowly wrapped around her waist as he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He wasn't sure what was going to come next, but he was just going to sit back, and let their actions take them to wherever.
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