All I Want
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Category:
+A through F › Folklore (FolksSoul)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,267
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
All I Feel
You make me feel...
Ellen threw her bag onto her couch, furious over how much power her 'guardian' seemed to have over her. It wasn't fair. Wasn't she supposed to be the more powerful one who could handle any situation? Crossing her arms, she followed after her bag and was soon sitting while glaring at the wall on the opposite side of the room. Maybe she was just upset over how close they had been without actually touching. The way he smoothly was able to sweep her off of her feet only to drop her again.
Her toes curled against her sandals as she sat there, the image of the two of them playing through her mind. What was she expecting today anyways? That he was going to ravage her with kisses against the door. Maybe even those kisses would've turned into touches and they would've ended up...
Oh God...
Ellen shifted uncomfortable in her spot, not really feeling the heat of anger anymore but moreso the heat from her own thoughts. Clearing her throat, she felt her cheeks burn as she pushed herself up to stand and attempted to clear her mind of those images. Yet, even as she tried, they kept coming back in waves and she eventually had to retreat to the kitchen to busy herself on making something for lunch.
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"You're awfully close to her, aren't you?"
"Aren't guardians supposed to be?" Keats muttered, working away at the typewriter before him despite the presence of the 'Invisible Man'. Belgae stood near the front of the desk with a new book, seeming to be reading but one could never really tell. "What exactly are the rules on that anyways?"
"Rules on what, may I ask?"
"You know. Stop being coy."
He was rewarded with a soft chuckle as the man closed the book and tucked it under an arm, "I don't believe there are any rules. We're here to protect those chosen messengers and sometimes... it cannot be helped. Though, in the beginning, you should know that it was forbidden. Alas, as times change, so shall ideas." Belgae cleared his throat, adjusting his coat a bit before continuing, "If anything, I believe it strengthens the bond between the two."
"Did you and...?"
"I don't believe I'm the one in questioning. And if you must know, when others could not see me, she could." Removing his book once again, he seemed to glance towards the clock on the wall, "But, I suggest you work that out between the two of you however humorous it is to see how skitterish she gets or how close you get to her without really even laying a direct finger upon her. Really, all inhabitants of the Netherworld are watching you as humans do those... eh... what do they call them? Soaps?" There was a sense of a smile in his voice as he continued, "At any rate, I should be going since she's on her way here and she's got a fuss to pick with you."
Raising a hand, he waved to his friend and the man soon faded away within a brilliant show of lights and fluttering butterflies. Keats had a distaste for their ways of traveling and healing as it was rather girlie and tended to make him feel silly. Still, this wasn't the matter at hand of the night. Pushing himself up from his chair, he removed his long purple coat and settled it on the back of his chair. His fingers reached up to unravel his tie but he kept the material hanging loosely around his neck. He then popped open the buttons of his vest and undershirt, breathing a sigh of relief as he felt a bit more comfortable with room to breath. Also, he had alternate motives such as wanting to catch a glimpse of Ellen's angered face turn to embarrassment.
Oh, what a delightful evening this would be indeed.
Teach you a lesson...
Ellen threw her bag onto her couch, furious over how much power her 'guardian' seemed to have over her. It wasn't fair. Wasn't she supposed to be the more powerful one who could handle any situation? Crossing her arms, she followed after her bag and was soon sitting while glaring at the wall on the opposite side of the room. Maybe she was just upset over how close they had been without actually touching. The way he smoothly was able to sweep her off of her feet only to drop her again.
Her toes curled against her sandals as she sat there, the image of the two of them playing through her mind. What was she expecting today anyways? That he was going to ravage her with kisses against the door. Maybe even those kisses would've turned into touches and they would've ended up...
Oh God...
Ellen shifted uncomfortable in her spot, not really feeling the heat of anger anymore but moreso the heat from her own thoughts. Clearing her throat, she felt her cheeks burn as she pushed herself up to stand and attempted to clear her mind of those images. Yet, even as she tried, they kept coming back in waves and she eventually had to retreat to the kitchen to busy herself on making something for lunch.
------
"You're awfully close to her, aren't you?"
"Aren't guardians supposed to be?" Keats muttered, working away at the typewriter before him despite the presence of the 'Invisible Man'. Belgae stood near the front of the desk with a new book, seeming to be reading but one could never really tell. "What exactly are the rules on that anyways?"
"Rules on what, may I ask?"
"You know. Stop being coy."
He was rewarded with a soft chuckle as the man closed the book and tucked it under an arm, "I don't believe there are any rules. We're here to protect those chosen messengers and sometimes... it cannot be helped. Though, in the beginning, you should know that it was forbidden. Alas, as times change, so shall ideas." Belgae cleared his throat, adjusting his coat a bit before continuing, "If anything, I believe it strengthens the bond between the two."
"Did you and...?"
"I don't believe I'm the one in questioning. And if you must know, when others could not see me, she could." Removing his book once again, he seemed to glance towards the clock on the wall, "But, I suggest you work that out between the two of you however humorous it is to see how skitterish she gets or how close you get to her without really even laying a direct finger upon her. Really, all inhabitants of the Netherworld are watching you as humans do those... eh... what do they call them? Soaps?" There was a sense of a smile in his voice as he continued, "At any rate, I should be going since she's on her way here and she's got a fuss to pick with you."
Raising a hand, he waved to his friend and the man soon faded away within a brilliant show of lights and fluttering butterflies. Keats had a distaste for their ways of traveling and healing as it was rather girlie and tended to make him feel silly. Still, this wasn't the matter at hand of the night. Pushing himself up from his chair, he removed his long purple coat and settled it on the back of his chair. His fingers reached up to unravel his tie but he kept the material hanging loosely around his neck. He then popped open the buttons of his vest and undershirt, breathing a sigh of relief as he felt a bit more comfortable with room to breath. Also, he had alternate motives such as wanting to catch a glimpse of Ellen's angered face turn to embarrassment.
Oh, what a delightful evening this would be indeed.
Teach you a lesson...