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D'aijen controlled herself. She was not immune to K'airos' non-verbal communication. She was actually quit in-touch with it, and as much as she meant to be more in-touch with her sister, upsetting K'airos was never one of D'aijeen's goals. No, as young as D'aijeen was, she liked to think of herself as mature and patient, and so she chose to allow the status quo to linger for a time before trying to push things again.
This amount of time was a single day.
D'aijeen rose early and left K'airos asleep that morning. When she returned, she had changed. Where and how she found the resources to do so were credited to the talents of procurement she had learned from the Dodos. The change itself was credit to arts she had learned from the Dodos, but there was a measure of instinct in it as well. Not that D'aijeen would ever admit that seduction was an instinct of hers, but she was not so idealistic to think that there was such a being as one born without instincts to attempt seduction. And have at least a general idea of what it looked like.
She thought she would be good at it. She was trying to seduce her sister, after all, and how hard could that be?
The white leather her shoes were made out of was immaculate, and carefully polished. Her legs, completely exposed up to the hem of the short skirt, were also immaculate, though incredibly thin. D'ahl had said she had possessed a rare and slight beauty; svelteness, she had called it. The dress D'aijeen had chosen was red with powerful white lace and frills everywhere. The black accents barely registered with all the white, except for black collar, from which hung a gem in the shape of a red heart. She'd been happily pulling on the collar ever since she put it on, playing at the feeling of choking herself.
The only green left on her, besides her hair and tail, was the cactuar earring swinging about beside her head.
She slipped into the room she'd left K'airos in, shut the door behind her and locked it. Then she walked over to the bed where she'd left K'airos still sleeping and clambered right in, sitting directly on her sister's hips with one leg on either side of her chest. She lay her tail out along K'airos' legs and bent forward. Her only verbal warning was, "Wake up, beloved!" before kissing K'airos's face.
K'airos reacted as she always did when awakening in the morning: by extending her arms upwards, stretching them, curling her hands into fists and letting out a short lamented groan that was universally understood as "Please let me sleep three more minutes" in any language.Â
Sadly for her, this meant that when the kiss arrived her arms were about to collapse around her sister's neck. Luckily for her, the kiss was unexpected and alarming enough to make her arms fall to the sides immediately.
"What...!" she mumbled, eyes wide. Her limbs flexed under her sister and then she was closer to the pillows, with her back over them. That single day had left K'airos unprepared for her sister's advances. In retrospect, she should have seen that coming.Â
"What's going on? Are you... we late for something?" she wondered out loud, moving rebelious locks of red hair out of her eyes.
"No!" D'aijeen kept her smile on her face, hopping forward to keep her sister beneath her. "Actually I was hoping we could just take a me-and-you day and spend it together. Right here." She lifted herself upright and smiled down at her sister. "Look, I got new clothes. I wanted to wear something special for you. Help you see me differently. Do you like it?"
K'airos pushed herself further, until her back was parallel to the headboard. When she couldn't retreat anymore, she pulled the blanket closer to herself with both hands and looked at an indetermiante point in D'aijeen's shoulder.
"It looks fine, but I can't fully appreciate it if you are so close! You should get out of bed and...stand there. Somewhere." was her tenous reply.
D'aijeen shook her head. "No, that's not the point. It has pleasant colors and full access. See?" She pulled the skirt up her bare legs a bit for a moment then pushed herself forward to pin K'airos in place. "It's something I can wear for you, so that I can display myself to you. Because I'm all yours from now on, remember? And you can touch me whenever you want. Like right now."
K'airos did not see, her eyes naturally averted from her sister. "I don't like full access." she mumbled, a knot formed on her throat and forcing the words out.
"Breakfast!" she said loudly, almost yelling, her head still turned away. She quickly corrected her tone into something more diplomatic and tried to smile. "We should talk about this during...after breakfast! I can't think of these things with an empty stomach. And I'd have a terrible breath if I don't eat anything!"
"Oh, I don't care about your breath." The green-haired girl who smelled of corpses lost her smile and wrapped her arms around her sister. "Being in love is an all-the-time-thing, not just when you have good breath. And you should need me more than you need food. Like I need you more than anything. K'airos, don't you love me?"
Her hands clenched D'aijeen's arms. It wasn't a particularly loving gesture, nor a forceful one. Even if she was ready to push her away at any moment. She couldn't retreat any further, so she ended up meeting her eyes. For a short moment, K'airos leveled a severe frown, becoming a very serious sister.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I want to...or that you want to...or that we have to! Because I don't think that's a requisite for love between sisters."
Leaning her shoulders back and her head forward, pushing out her lower lip and averting her eyes, D'aijeen muttered, "But if you love me why are you pulling away?" as though she had missed half of what her sister said. Her ears lay down on her head. "Why are you pulling away and looking away and talking like you don't want me close to you?"
"Because I don't think that's something sisters should do." K'airos said slowly, overthinking over each word and then just letting them go out anyway. Her grip loosened and for a second wondered if she should add something. She chose not to, however.
D'aijeen's voice dipped suddenly, grating, and her tail shivered. "You're talking to me like I'm an infant. Like I've never head all of this before." She lifted her head and turned her gaze straight at K'airos, eyes wide, lips a straight line. "You think I don't know what you're talking about? Rules and taboos are fences. They're cages. They're chains. Stop thinking and feel. You have no idea." He leaned forward again, pressing her face towards her sister's face. "You have no idea how much I feel. How deeply I feel. Sometimes I think I'm the only person in the world who feels anything at all. But I thought you must. You always loved me like I thought I wanted to be loved. I thought. I thought you did."
"I think how I think because that's what I feel!" K'airos protested with a pout. But then her arms moved around her sister, hugging her. Her tone lowered after a sigh. "It's okay. You are just trying to deal with D'ahl's..." She paused, rubbing D'aijeen's back. "You'll get better! I've been always with you. I'll still be! But don't ask me to...do that. You are my sister, and I still love you! But I don't like...you know." Her words were followed by some vague gesturing behind her sister. Â "We can do other things!" she finished, doing her best to sound cheerful.
"I loved you a long, long time before I ever met D'ahl. And I always loved you more than her." D'aijeen pulled herself close to her sister, lay her head alongside her sister's head. This was not a sisterly hug, though. She clung to K'airos body. "You know I could just command you to touch me. You know I could do that, right? But I have faith that you do love me. There are chains stopping you from loving me like you should, and it would hurt you if I forced you to break them like that."
"I kno- wait...Command me?" K'airos sounded confused. The knot on her throat had moved, multiplied, and settled all over her stomach and chest. She grimaced and pushed D'aijeen away slowly. "I don't like this conversation! Let's have breakfast instead and look for Shelly. I think I lost her when we got into town."
"No." D'aijeen gripped K'airo's sides with her exposed legs, grabbed the woman's shirt with her fingers. She kept her gaze locked on K'airos' eyes. "You kissed me once. You already divested yourself of so many of those chains. Remember that? Kiss me again, K'airos, the sun of my sky. Kiss me now."
Her eyes dropped to the blanket. The protest that came after her sister was done speaking was loud. "No! I never asked you to do things you didn't want to do. I don't want to kiss you now, so I won't! Stop pushing!" As she spoke, she kept increasing the strenght of her push, trying to get D'aijeen off her. "Please, stop!" she begged.
The harder K'airos pushed, the tighter D'aijeen gripped her sisters shirt. But she was so much weaker than her sister was, and seemed to be getting even weaker the more time passed. "Why are you doing this? I thought that you'd chosen to... I thought... Please don't be like this." She ducked her head forward and felt her fingers buckling. Her shoulders shook. "I don't want this to happen with you. Not you, too. Please." Nausea rushed over her and she bent against it, going from weak to powerless in an instant. She let go of K'airos and fell backwards off of her, red dress and white frills splashing about her. The cactuar earring clattered beside her head. "Why is this happening?"
K'airos hung her legs off the side of the bed, ready to get up. She glanced worryingly at her sister, understanding quickly what was happening. The knots went nowhere, and were now joined by a distinct fear. "I'm still here! We can...I just need...! Don't summon that thing!" she said, reaching for her sister's hands, grasping them between hers. "I'm still here, with you!"
D'aijeen lay still until K'airos touched her hand, and then D'aijeen gripped her sister's fingers and pulled herself up by them. With desperate speed, D'aijeen was on her feet and in front of her sister again, pushing herself against the other woman. "Please, I need you to try! I know you love me. I know you do! I could feel it when you kissed me, that you really did! So please try."
K'airos didn't even have time to think how to answer to that when the door was knocked energically. There was a very short pause and then the knocks came back, fainter, but not by much. She took the opportunity and answered with a loud "Who is it?" She even turned her head towards the door.
"Hello! I'm Qion'a from Gridania and I'm looking for D'aijeen Thalen." the door answered. Or, rather, the man behind it did. "We need her expertise on a magical matter. Is she around?"
D'aijen controlled herself. She was not immune to K'airos' non-verbal communication. She was actually quit in-touch with it, and as much as she meant to be more in-touch with her sister, upsetting K'airos was never one of D'aijeen's goals. No, as young as D'aijeen was, she liked to think of herself as mature and patient, and so she chose to allow the status quo to linger for a time before trying to push things again.
This amount of time was a single day.
D'aijeen rose early and left K'airos asleep that morning. When she returned, she had changed. Where and how she found the resources to do so were credited to the talents of procurement she had learned from the Dodos. The change itself was credit to arts she had learned from the Dodos, but there was a measure of instinct in it as well. Not that D'aijeen would ever admit that seduction was an instinct of hers, but she was not so idealistic to think that there was such a being as one born without instincts to attempt seduction. And have at least a general idea of what it looked like.
She thought she would be good at it. She was trying to seduce her sister, after all, and how hard could that be?
The white leather her shoes were made out of was immaculate, and carefully polished. Her legs, completely exposed up to the hem of the short skirt, were also immaculate, though incredibly thin. D'ahl had said she had possessed a rare and slight beauty; svelteness, she had called it. The dress D'aijeen had chosen was red with powerful white lace and frills everywhere. The black accents barely registered with all the white, except for black collar, from which hung a gem in the shape of a red heart. She'd been happily pulling on the collar ever since she put it on, playing at the feeling of choking herself.
The only green left on her, besides her hair and tail, was the cactuar earring swinging about beside her head.
She slipped into the room she'd left K'airos in, shut the door behind her and locked it. Then she walked over to the bed where she'd left K'airos still sleeping and clambered right in, sitting directly on her sister's hips with one leg on either side of her chest. She lay her tail out along K'airos' legs and bent forward. Her only verbal warning was, "Wake up, beloved!" before kissing K'airos's face.
K'airos reacted as she always did when awakening in the morning: by extending her arms upwards, stretching them, curling her hands into fists and letting out a short lamented groan that was universally understood as "Please let me sleep three more minutes" in any language.Â
Sadly for her, this meant that when the kiss arrived her arms were about to collapse around her sister's neck. Luckily for her, the kiss was unexpected and alarming enough to make her arms fall to the sides immediately.
"What...!" she mumbled, eyes wide. Her limbs flexed under her sister and then she was closer to the pillows, with her back over them. That single day had left K'airos unprepared for her sister's advances. In retrospect, she should have seen that coming.Â
"What's going on? Are you... we late for something?" she wondered out loud, moving rebelious locks of red hair out of her eyes.
"No!" D'aijeen kept her smile on her face, hopping forward to keep her sister beneath her. "Actually I was hoping we could just take a me-and-you day and spend it together. Right here." She lifted herself upright and smiled down at her sister. "Look, I got new clothes. I wanted to wear something special for you. Help you see me differently. Do you like it?"
K'airos pushed herself further, until her back was parallel to the headboard. When she couldn't retreat anymore, she pulled the blanket closer to herself with both hands and looked at an indetermiante point in D'aijeen's shoulder.
"It looks fine, but I can't fully appreciate it if you are so close! You should get out of bed and...stand there. Somewhere." was her tenous reply.
D'aijeen shook her head. "No, that's not the point. It has pleasant colors and full access. See?" She pulled the skirt up her bare legs a bit for a moment then pushed herself forward to pin K'airos in place. "It's something I can wear for you, so that I can display myself to you. Because I'm all yours from now on, remember? And you can touch me whenever you want. Like right now."
K'airos did not see, her eyes naturally averted from her sister. "I don't like full access." she mumbled, a knot formed on her throat and forcing the words out.
"Breakfast!" she said loudly, almost yelling, her head still turned away. She quickly corrected her tone into something more diplomatic and tried to smile. "We should talk about this during...after breakfast! I can't think of these things with an empty stomach. And I'd have a terrible breath if I don't eat anything!"
"Oh, I don't care about your breath." The green-haired girl who smelled of corpses lost her smile and wrapped her arms around her sister. "Being in love is an all-the-time-thing, not just when you have good breath. And you should need me more than you need food. Like I need you more than anything. K'airos, don't you love me?"
Her hands clenched D'aijeen's arms. It wasn't a particularly loving gesture, nor a forceful one. Even if she was ready to push her away at any moment. She couldn't retreat any further, so she ended up meeting her eyes. For a short moment, K'airos leveled a severe frown, becoming a very serious sister.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I want to...or that you want to...or that we have to! Because I don't think that's a requisite for love between sisters."
Leaning her shoulders back and her head forward, pushing out her lower lip and averting her eyes, D'aijeen muttered, "But if you love me why are you pulling away?" as though she had missed half of what her sister said. Her ears lay down on her head. "Why are you pulling away and looking away and talking like you don't want me close to you?"
"Because I don't think that's something sisters should do." K'airos said slowly, overthinking over each word and then just letting them go out anyway. Her grip loosened and for a second wondered if she should add something. She chose not to, however.
D'aijeen's voice dipped suddenly, grating, and her tail shivered. "You're talking to me like I'm an infant. Like I've never head all of this before." She lifted her head and turned her gaze straight at K'airos, eyes wide, lips a straight line. "You think I don't know what you're talking about? Rules and taboos are fences. They're cages. They're chains. Stop thinking and feel. You have no idea." He leaned forward again, pressing her face towards her sister's face. "You have no idea how much I feel. How deeply I feel. Sometimes I think I'm the only person in the world who feels anything at all. But I thought you must. You always loved me like I thought I wanted to be loved. I thought. I thought you did."
"I think how I think because that's what I feel!" K'airos protested with a pout. But then her arms moved around her sister, hugging her. Her tone lowered after a sigh. "It's okay. You are just trying to deal with D'ahl's..." She paused, rubbing D'aijeen's back. "You'll get better! I've been always with you. I'll still be! But don't ask me to...do that. You are my sister, and I still love you! But I don't like...you know." Her words were followed by some vague gesturing behind her sister. Â "We can do other things!" she finished, doing her best to sound cheerful.
"I loved you a long, long time before I ever met D'ahl. And I always loved you more than her." D'aijeen pulled herself close to her sister, lay her head alongside her sister's head. This was not a sisterly hug, though. She clung to K'airos body. "You know I could just command you to touch me. You know I could do that, right? But I have faith that you do love me. There are chains stopping you from loving me like you should, and it would hurt you if I forced you to break them like that."
"I kno- wait...Command me?" K'airos sounded confused. The knot on her throat had moved, multiplied, and settled all over her stomach and chest. She grimaced and pushed D'aijeen away slowly. "I don't like this conversation! Let's have breakfast instead and look for Shelly. I think I lost her when we got into town."
"No." D'aijeen gripped K'airo's sides with her exposed legs, grabbed the woman's shirt with her fingers. She kept her gaze locked on K'airos' eyes. "You kissed me once. You already divested yourself of so many of those chains. Remember that? Kiss me again, K'airos, the sun of my sky. Kiss me now."
Her eyes dropped to the blanket. The protest that came after her sister was done speaking was loud. "No! I never asked you to do things you didn't want to do. I don't want to kiss you now, so I won't! Stop pushing!" As she spoke, she kept increasing the strenght of her push, trying to get D'aijeen off her. "Please, stop!" she begged.
The harder K'airos pushed, the tighter D'aijeen gripped her sisters shirt. But she was so much weaker than her sister was, and seemed to be getting even weaker the more time passed. "Why are you doing this? I thought that you'd chosen to... I thought... Please don't be like this." She ducked her head forward and felt her fingers buckling. Her shoulders shook. "I don't want this to happen with you. Not you, too. Please." Nausea rushed over her and she bent against it, going from weak to powerless in an instant. She let go of K'airos and fell backwards off of her, red dress and white frills splashing about her. The cactuar earring clattered beside her head. "Why is this happening?"
K'airos hung her legs off the side of the bed, ready to get up. She glanced worryingly at her sister, understanding quickly what was happening. The knots went nowhere, and were now joined by a distinct fear. "I'm still here! We can...I just need...! Don't summon that thing!" she said, reaching for her sister's hands, grasping them between hers. "I'm still here, with you!"
D'aijeen lay still until K'airos touched her hand, and then D'aijeen gripped her sister's fingers and pulled herself up by them. With desperate speed, D'aijeen was on her feet and in front of her sister again, pushing herself against the other woman. "Please, I need you to try! I know you love me. I know you do! I could feel it when you kissed me, that you really did! So please try."
K'airos didn't even have time to think how to answer to that when the door was knocked energically. There was a very short pause and then the knocks came back, fainter, but not by much. She took the opportunity and answered with a loud "Who is it?" She even turned her head towards the door.
"Hello! I'm Qion'a from Gridania and I'm looking for D'aijeen Thalen." the door answered. Or, rather, the man behind it did. "We need her expertise on a magical matter. Is she around?"
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