Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 26, 2016 1:35:26 GMT
immediately following Sky Party The shock was far from over, but she had enough motor function left in her body to grab metal maw by the arm and haul his arse out of the crowd who'd been watching his little performance. "Shows over" not that they needed to be told, he'd already planted the knife in the apple between the tied up mans teeth.
They were moving on to the next round of drinks, and here was Caitlin stumbling over the smooth rock of the boat as she dragged Levi through the crowded halls of the ship and tossed him into the first fan-room that was unlocked. It was far from quiet, with the whirling of the oversize fan blades which kept the airship afloat, but it wasn't like they'd find a quiet corner anywhere on this party boat.
"WHERE THE HELL
HAVE
YOU
BEEN?!"" Caitlin roared after flinging the door shut behind them. She stumbled over her own feet as she whirled around to face him, but pretended like it didn't happen as she brushed her loose blond bangs from her eyes.
"YOU TELL ME WHAT SIR, I'VE BEEN WORRIED WITH SICK!" *Hic* She pointed an accusatory finger at him. The black charcoal liner around her eyes was already running from the leaking tears that slipped out during their little jaunt through the airship. But she wasn't crying now, Oh no. She was gonna be tough *hic* tougher than dandelions.
"Like a WEED" She shouted over the fans and the music and roar of the party overhead.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi stumbles and loses his balance all over the place as Caitlin pulls him by the arm of his jacket, tugging with more force then surely needed. After being force into a small, whirly room and accused of magical disappearance. He smiles and fixes his hat above his head, letting go more strands of hair then retaining. "I've been around, Kitten. I haven't left you." He smiles, almost purring with excitement. "In your sickness, were you missing me? Last thing you told me was that you couldn't keep living like this, soooo.." he pockets his hands and his eyes dash across the floor before coming back up to Caity. "I didn't think you'd take it so hard, but boy, woo! Ya' should've seen ya' face love." He steps forward across the creaky wood, feeling it more than hearing it in this room.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 26, 2016 2:01:35 GMT
Truth be told, her face was still pretty drained of color. Her mouth fell open at his lackadaisical tone of voice.
"Been around? Been---- Around?!" She almost shrieked. She had looked everywhere for this roguish poster boy, and she had to do it alone because it was unfair given the circumstances of late, to force anyone to see to the task for her.
He stepped closer to her, and without thinking (well, it was hard to think when you drink) her hand flew up and struck him across the face.
Then she gasped.
Like she was the one surprised and not him.
"Why did you do that?!" She shook her head.
"I bet you think you're funny. Making me believe you were dead. You could have died! The last thing I said to you... the last thing..." She shook her head again and this time her lip trembled. She bit down on it to stop it. Nope. Not going to be weak. Not doing it.
"Do you have any idea what I've been going through?" She whispered, an angry, heartsore whisper. Her eyes gave a momentary glimpse of what agony she had inside. But even drunk, her impulse to hide it all carried through the stupor and she masked her feelings behind another glazed over glare. Glazed mostly with unshed tears, but still glaring nonetheless.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Front hand, back hand! Levi's normally really good at this game, but boy oh boy did that feel like a back hand. His face whips to the direction to follow the force of impact, his hand coming up to hold his cheek. He looks at her and offsets his pursed lips, "Well, yes quite, you see...I never left you. I didn't want you to die, and I did not want you to live in misery, so I used the mortars at the party to hide my escape. Everyone knows I'm is good at being slippery." He scratches the side of his face and drops his palm. "I know what you've been through, the cold nights, the wet pillows, 'ell, I was there when you planned on stealin' the ship from Eiral! Course ya' didn't see me, I wouldn't let anyone. I've always been there though, Caity, those rainy days where you forgot you umbrella only to have one waitin' at the door." He smiles and uses both thumbs to point towards his chest. "Me." It's the little things, init?
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 26, 2016 2:32:47 GMT
Umbrellas? It wasn't raining outside.
Her mind couldn't keep up with his cutesy comments. All that she could do was stare at his stupid, smug face, and feel a slow growing joy in her chest. He wasn't dead.
He wasn't dead.
Caitlin's eyes blinked, then blinked a few more times but quicker. Water started leaking in streams down her face and she inhaled sharply. Cait turned her face to the ceiling and tried to get it back under control.
"Gimme a minute..." She held up a hand to him. She sniffled, she hiccuped. She started crying. What is wrong with me? She thought as the gurgle rose in her throat and the tears splashed down her face. A full blown cry all of a sudden. She waved her hands in front of her chest like she couldn't breathe.
"Stupid ale." She accused between sobs. Great. Just, great. Perrrrfect. Levi comes back from the dead, and she turns into a sobbing slob.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi steps forward, gently sliding his hands onto her hips, his smile softens and eyes start to glisten. "Aww, lovey, ya ain't gotta go n' be like that. You start cryin', and then I get a teary eyed." He brings their hips together and places his forehead on hers, leaving room inbetween their chests. "I ain't ever seen you tip a bottle of ale back, but boy oh boy, you surely are a drunken sight."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 27, 2016 0:03:24 GMT
Why did he have to be so swanky? All that swagger and here was Cait, probably making snotbubbles and licking the salt of her own tears from her mouth.
"I'm not a tip of ale" "tipped - drunk,"
why did she even try? She choked on a sob and threw her arms around his shoulders, closing the gap between their chests and burying her tear streaked face into his neck. His hair still smelled the same as she remembered, the bastard. This was Levi. This was Levi... Its all she could think, trying to make it real in her brain, but somehow it still felt imagined. She probably was drunk, standing in this fan-room alone, and talking to her own imagination. Funny, she'd put him out of mind for so long because she needed to. She'd needed it for her own peace of mind. Maybe being drunk brought it back to the forefront.
She squeezed him hard to her, going up on tip toe to cling tighter. Maybe if she held on hard enough, he'd become real.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
As he gets bear hugged by a crying maiden of beauty, he slips his arms around her back, holding her close as he uses his left hand to rub the middle section of her back, his right arm clutching her tightly. He plants a soft, caring kiss on the side of her cheek, hushing her with soft shh's into her ear. "It's okay Darlin', I'm here. I told you I wouldn't leave you."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 27, 2016 0:28:56 GMT
Her sobbing lessened as she was comforted by the soothing motion of his hand rubbing the middle of her back. He whispered to her and kissed the side of her cheek. Her wet tears moistening his lips as he pulled away. Her eyes were closed and the flood subsided after running its course. She blindly ran her hands over the familiar parts of him. His shoulders under the classic brown coat, the back of his neck, strong and tangled in his own unruly black hair. She leaned back to look at him as her hands wandered up both sides of his neck to fit securely on both sides of his face. Her thumbs rested just beneath his sharp jaw and her index fingers rested easily behind the back of his ears. The rest of her fingers curled softly into the strands of his hair.
His eyes glowed in the semi dark space, fan-rooms weren't particularly well lit. She remembered these blue eyes, always alight, always so alive. She remembered them smiling at her, glinting with mirth as he laughed at all her attempts to never give in. "It's really you..." It was elating and exhausting, but she finally believed it.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Having your face felt up is kinda off, especially for Levi. His eyebrows raise, lips split apart abit into a smirk, head turns just a bit. "Are you okay? You know that was kind of a dumb statement, there's only one of me, Lodan couldn't handle two." His finger twirl a piece of her hair absently, his free hand holding onto her still. "I hope its really me, It should be me. Oh my lord! What if its not me!" He's facial expression turning ecstatic. "Nah, that ain't true, because nobody else feels this strongly about you." His glowling peepholes look down her face, putting a soft hue on it that seems to hum, made beautiful by her face. "You haven't changed a bit, besides a lot of crying and drinking it seems. I guess I just can't EVER leave you again!"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 27, 2016 1:42:47 GMT
The metal on his nose had a blue saturation to it from the glow of his feline eyes. It reflected off the metal and made it shine. He tilted his head this way and that, showing off the pretty angles of his face as he teased her with nonsense. She didn't listen to that garble of words, she just watched him display all the sides of him that she had missed. She had missed him. Drat. She hadn't wanted to. She'd made a choice when it came to suitors. She'd chosen well, everyone would agree with that. Everyone except for him. Just as she thought it, he spoke the words, "I just can't EVER leave you again!" He was full of glee and it confused her muddled brain. How could he be so happy right now?
She was happy, happy he was back, but she was still experiencing heartache too. Apparently a great deal more than he had after those last few seconds between them before the sky exploded and hell broke lose. She remembered it in such vivid detail. She may have even made up a few details in her mind when searching for answers in the split seconds before it all happened so fast. He was there, then he wasn't. And she had cut the chord.
"I haven't done a 'lot' of drinking, just so you know. I've saved it all till today as a fact of matter." She said, momentarily affronted. The crying, well... she just wouldn't address that right now.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi offers up a small shrug, "Well I can't say ya've been doin a whole lot of it, but today, wooweee...now the crying on the other hand, did you really miss me? The last thing you said was that I make your life the worst." He kisses her forehead, lifts his cap and runs his fingers through his hair. It sure has been awhile, but it doesn't feel right. "I mean, if you were telling the truth, 'suppose I could disappear again, cause ya' no problems." He says with a visibly fake, smug, smile. "That night, you looked so beautiful, even the raining hellfire couldn't diminish your beauty. I didn't go far, but the debris separated us."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 27, 2016 3:19:29 GMT
She remembered everything about that night. To be fair, many of the people in attendance would given the circumstances. Her body was on full alert already because she knew she had Skye's recently resurfaced eyes boring holes into her back as she danced with Levi on a stage build for dreams. Her dress had been designed for gossip, but it would never compete with the turn of events that followed.
"You could have said something. Maybe not in the stampede out of the garden, but anytime since then." But why bother when she'd told him she didn't want to be with him anymore? Well her exact words had been "You are my first love, Levi, I will always love you like this, but. I... I have to let you go." She wasn't wrong. Looking up at his smug face now, so pleased with himself for being the hide-and-seek champion of a lifetime... she still loved him. Was that how first loves worked? You'd always love them, no matter what?
"You should have said something. I thought you were dead." She'd pushed everyone away because she was so sick, her rejection making her into some sick joke in her own mind, to tear apart a mans heart before the world tore apart his body? She felt responsible. She felt regret. The timing was the cruelest aspect of all. She turned him away for Skye, then she turned Skye away because of her grief for a dead Levi.
"You've had the privileged of knowing my every move it seems, I've not been afforded the same curtesy." She frowned at him. It had affected so many of her decisions. He should have told her. He should have let her know he was alive.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi swallowed hard, looking her face over just to capture all the soft details, "Well, It wasn't that easy, especially not for me. Do you know how many times I wanted to knock on your window, crawl into your bed with you and cuddle? Or how many times I stood in the back, watching you bark orders, wanting to tell you the flaw in your plan? Even worse yet, the days you out alone, the frown plastered on your face. It's hard not seeing myself next to you, flicking peas over the table just to see you smile again." He graps her finger tips with his, taking a step back from her as he pulls her hand up a little bit, placing a kiss as gentle as a kitten onto them, before letting her hand go. "After all, you said you couldn't live with me, not like that, so I decided to give you a taste of what it would be like without. Do you remember my gettup for the night? It seems you were the one who wore it best, for longer. The youth who went forward to learn what fear was." He drops her hand momentarily and looks her dead in the eye, his glowing softly but looking so intensely. "Do you know what fear is now, Caitlin? After all, we're two cats in love." His face softens, and an achieving smirk cracks across his face. "I let you know I was alive, after all, my blade has never left your bedside from when I left sat it down."
Last Edit: Jul 27, 2016 22:24:33 GMT by Levi Küper
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 29, 2016 3:09:00 GMT
Her knees felt weak and her chest cavity felt heavy at all the times he had been a fly on her wall, all the times he'd been there and she'd felt alone. He tugged on her hands, giving them a small kiss before letting her go. They fell limp at her side. and she gave a rattled sigh. He went on, reminding her again of what she'd said to him. So maybe she deserved this, and maybe that was his point.
"Do you know what fear is now, Caitlin? After all, we're two cats in love." Her eyes snapped to his in a spark of incredulous.
"I've known fear Levi. Do not mistake my title for shelter, because I wasn't raised on a lie - I WAS the lie in a big fancy house that had to keep me a big fat secret. I ran from that smothering world into a smoldering one, always on fire always in danger. I've known fear, and being in Love hasn't spared me any of it."
A smirk cracked across his face. "I let you know I was alive, after all, my blade has never left your bedside from when I sat it down."
After he finished talking she blurted out "I'm with Skye now," sort of. She left out the sort of, because she was supposed to be with Skye now, it was her pain at losing Levi that kept it from happening. Yes her heart broke for him, Yes she'd suffered and mourned, and she'd had the unfortunate weight of responsibility to carry on stopping her from exploring her grief and coming to terms with it. She loved him, as much as ever, but she was aghast at how far he'd gone to teach her a lesson about his own importance to her.
Levi rubbing it in now, forgetting perhaps too what she'd experienced on top of that, was making him callous to the intimate details of her life that he should know better than most. For a girl her age, she was more world weary than any 24 year old should be.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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