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| − | == Angels and Butterflies ==
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| − | And a storm raged outside, water and ice and snow breaking against the walls outside of Selina's little compound... as she finally 'comes home'. The Pale Angel would stay somewhere else... she was more used to cold, hard floors. Butterfly had insited on keeping their nice little property outside of Amber Post proper.
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| − | And it is with the storm that Selina returns 'home'... meeting the same Butterfly waiting for her!
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' The rain had soaked her quite well, though the water runs off of her form fairly easily. Almost as if it doesn't want to be there, right now. Selina moves into the building, looking about at it. It felt...oddly empty after that.
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| − | ''Or did it always feel kind of empty? ''
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| − | Maybe it had. It is easy not to notice such things when you're fighting over something. The Windian shrugs and runs a hand over the feathers of one wing absently, then frowns and looks for her 'apprentice'.
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' The Butterfly smiled, strawberry lips on her immaculately pale face as she watched the Dark Angel walk in... her Scythe below her arm, its blade curving over her shoulder as if it was some strange, exotic parrot, the light shining on the bronze almost identifying something like... intelligence. "So, how did it go, dear master?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Oh, it went fine." She replies evenly, putting one hand on her hip. It went about as well as she could have hoped. Now all that remained was if the bastard took the bait. And when.
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| − | "You disappeared from the scene real quick."
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' "Oh, but I was listening. I just didn't know what you were thinking... but I heard ''everything''!" She places her hand in front of her lips... and laughs. Her laugh is a throaty, sharp laugh, which seems to be able to break glass! "For example..." She says, and pushes the scythe in a pendulum... making it swing through the air and strike between Selina's thighs!
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| − | And she smiles.
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| − | "Well, I guess. No one could look into that essence storm... but from what we could hear..."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "You have to demonstrate?" Selina asks her, raising one eyebrow impassively. "I know what I did in there." She looks at Bronze Butterfly suspiciously, then. "Yes, you could hear it."
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' "The wind tells me things. Like it told me no spirit was getting in there... I guess if they had anyone like me, they know. But I haven't seen any suspicious Dragon-Bloodd around..." She says, moving the scythe against Selina's thighs... "Trying to hide how you felt for her? You ''are'' frustrated, teacher!"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Turquoise eyes become a bit more piercing, looking at the Terrestrial suspiciously even more. From Kanti to this! She should put them in the same room and see what happens! "What are you getting at? Of course I am. And I don't think you -- '''nobody''' -- could understand why."
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' She steps foward, fearlessly, letting the shaft slide against the Dark Angel as she does so, coming so close, and whispering, her face with that grin... ''that'' grin! "What am I getting at? Why, that you are frustrated, wanting, and should be rubbing against the shaft, dear teacher! And... and if I could not understand why... then I can only ask."
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| − | That close, pressing against Selina, whispering on her ear. "W.H.Y.?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina purses her lips as Butterfly does that. There is a tingle of lust, but she can ignore it easily enough for the present. "Because," She replies with haughtily ennunciated words. "I came in second place with her. And it will never stop bothering me. Not ever. No matter what the rest of me wants. Even if I were to kill them both, it would not erase the fact that I wasn't first."
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| − | The wall of icy arrogance stands, even with the other woman pressed up against her. "And before you get the bright idea to call it that: it is '''not''' angst."
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' "Yes, it ''is'' so angst!" She says, taking a half-step back, and a pouty face on. "And they say us Air Aspects are cold... I guess the Void is simply colder." Her arms cross, the Scythe to her side. "What about you not being first? The Pale Angel is not your first either, and it doesn't bother her!"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "She isn't me." Selina responds with a smug smile, perversely amused that she rebuffed Butterfly so easily. "She didn't get... '''filthy''' like me, she didn't look up to me before. My first was a ''monster''."
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| − | Selina advances on her now, slowly. Her own seductiveness wafting out of her, cold as her manner right now, not hot at all. A cold allure. "I know what angst is, and a little voice in the back of my mind, that...that '''ruins''' every moment I have with her now, reminding me that some brat who didn't deserve it got that first...that is not angst. No matter how friendly I am with him, it will always be there."
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| − | "No matter how much I reconcile myself, it will ''always be there''!" She says with an oddly alluring snarl, licking her lips slightly as she looks at Butterfly.
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| − | "It feels like ''intruding'' on them now. I '''hate''' that feeling." She purrs, breathing on her apprentice. "Maybe you don't get that."
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly''': Butterfly looks up at her teacher... and takes a step back, almost. Why did she have to do it as if she was hunting meat? "Did you act like this with her...? You know, if you really wished a pure maiden, that is not how you act... and you are thinking like a man, anyway."
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| − | "Just kill the brat, then. Then you won't be intruding!"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Oh pish." Selina waves a hand with aristocratic flair, dismissing the comment. "You silly butterfly. Maybe that won't fix anything. And, 'like a man', hmmm?" She fixes the Terrestrial with a bemused look.
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' "Who knows? We are ''assassins'' dear!" She proclaims, stepping foward again, bust-to-bust on the Dark Angel! "And yes! Of course we care wether or not they have fucked half the world, but wanting to see maiden blood rushing... silly dear. We got ''better'' being who we are, not as silly damnsels in distress!"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina makes an appalled face. "It's not the blood. It's...something stupid and romantic that I can't get out of my head and shouldn't be continuing."
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' ... and she ''smiles'' "No... no, you should be continuing. What was it? You wanted to be her knight in shining armor? Her first, one and only? The one she would always think of, every time, whenever she looked back?" Her arms encircles Selina's, stopping before her wings. "Like a clean, pristine mirror of the way you think of the monster?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Her icy manner goes up even higher, if possible. She seems caught between embarassment and anger at being pinned so neatly. "You...you!" Selina exclaims, then pouts. "Yes."
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' "And you just... know that, even if you give her the greatest night of her life, that her silly romantic would remember that, the first moment, the one she opened up like never before... we remember pain, we remember clumsyness, we remember drunkeness... we remember every stupid thing about it...." She holds Selina tightly. "... sorry."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Oh, I remember plenty of stupid, painful things I did with her." She shrugs, finding it odd that her apprentice is holding her like that now. "But it's too late to fix any of those."
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| − | "Why do you suddenly care, anyway?" Selina asks curiously. "You did the same thing once? Maybe you are like me in more then visual, mmm?"
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' "I killed the brat." She says, pushing Selina's face to her shoulder... "I just... wasn't good enough."
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| − | "And... others. Wishing to be the best, flaunting myself... pushes people away, sometimes." The butterfly says, her winds wrapping the Angel, her face hardening. "They did not deserve me. I... I deserve an epic love. One who will understand I am the assassin, the predator, the heroine..."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' The Dark Angel blinks, momentarily surprised. Well, it should have figured there were plenty more like her -- she wasn't so special that her response could be unique. But still. "Like me, and not like. Odd."
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' "I tried to be."
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| − | "But I lost to you..."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Silly." She giggles at Butterfly. "I lost to the Pale Angel, you know. At the sword anyway."
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' "Well, I was just ''trying''! But you are an ice queen. You just want the Pale Angel, apparently. Wonder how much you would melt if she was a male." She sighs. "I ''will'' find a way to beat you. You will see. I will end up being the mistress!"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Trying to seduce me?" Selina asks curiously. "You want to want you?"
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' So warm in that embrace, she snakes her arm all the way up between her wings, her index finger poking at the back of Selina's head. "It is ''your fault''! You were the one molesting me when I was beaten! And then I thought, I thought... ah, it is all your fault."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "You thought...?" Selina trails off, wanting an answer now. She keeps her hands where they are, though.
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' "Well, I just... um, remembered it. You know! Been thinking about what you said that day!" She says with her face flushed, embarassed.. "Nothing much..."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "''Oh''." Selina replies, suddenly breathy and smirking a wicked grin. "You mean how you are so deliciously fiesty. A spitfire." She hugs the other assassin closer, though not so icy now. "We are alone now...maybe I should start that part of your education. Mmm?"
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| − | She slips a hand down now, under Butterfly's skirt, rubbing over the fabric of her undergarment lightly. "But you need to learn how to take pleasure before you can give it, apprentice. The sweeter you are with them, the more they'll lose themselves with you."
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' "Oh, you think you are better than me at that? You beat me with physical force, teacher, not with your sex!" Butterfly nearly yelps as Selina touches her, feeling how damp it is, at the same time as Butterfly gets two handfuls of Selina's behind.... "You really think you can teach me ''there''?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Naughty butterfly." Selina says in a low, husky-but-dangerous tone, then giggles wickedly. "''Maybe''. Or maybe I just want you. I haven't diddled another assassin since Sheeana, a few years ago." She whispers hotly into Butterfly's ear, even naughtier than she's implying Butterfly is. "You have no idea how hot it is to see your teacher writhing in ecstasy. Death, all aflame with desire."
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' Her hands begun to move slowly, around Selina's sides, and to her front... as her smile became something razored, her eyes slitting... her face tinted with hints of fire. "... ''I will now''!"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Not before I tease my student past the gates of worldly heaven!" Selina retorts with the same razored, seductive smile, one arm holding Butterfly tight to her, the other hand teasing her between her thighs, not even under her panties yet. "Most sparring matches make you sweaty. Few leave you naked." She purrs, taking her student into a kiss.
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| − | '''Bronze Butterfly: ''' The Butterfly is taken into the kiss...
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| − | ...her own hands slipping inside the Dark Angel's leotard....
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| − | And their cries of passion rose beyond the roaring of thunder outside!
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