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
Levi purses his lips, giving off a soft sound, shrugging his shoulders after and raising his hands to his chest, palms out towards Caitlin. "I mean, you're a smart girl Caity, and that's why I love ya', but both you and I know there's a difference. Fear felt from a blade and a broke heart are two different levels of pain." He relaxes his stance, placing his left hand onto his waist, looking hecka sassy.
"Skye? You didn't even KNOW if I was alive and you got with Skye?!" His eyes search for hers, looking for the emotion behind the glossy pupils. "You just decided, 'Oh well Levi's dead and gone better move on with the commander!'" Levi, now visibly exasperated at the situation puts his hand in the air, as if he's calling god to the witness stands. "I loved you Cait, and I meant it, still do. I told you would never leave, and never have! But if you're gonna be with Skye, I'll leave you too be. I'll collect my things and the only thing you and the brotherhood will ever hear of me from is....is..." Levi leans against the wall, slowly sliding down as his coat gets hung up on the friction. "I don't know what you'll hear...I've never loved anyone like I love you." He whimpers, looking up with soft eyes. "I'm sorry Cait, I couldn't take it. I ran away, I couldn't hide how I felt. It's been years."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 30, 2016 3:02:05 GMT
Caitlin expected him to be repulsed by the words, she didn't expect him to... to...
"Oh Levi," she let out on a heavy breath, sinking to her knees in front of him. She put one palm against his cheek and crawled forward on her knees till she was between each of his. "I don't know what to do either. I do the best I can for everyone, but I just don't know what to do for myself," She didn't know what to do with her heart half as much as how to run her guild. Being a guild leader was even easier than being in love, and that was saying something. How could she ignore his soft eyes, this moment of vulnerability? She reached forward to embrace him, pulling his back off the wall and tugging him into her arms.
She shouldn't... she shouldn't... but she needed to, just this once at least:
Caitlin let go and when he fell back against the wall she found his lips with hers and kissed him for every painful thought they'd each had since parting ways.
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 puts his hand around Caitlin's back as he's tugged into her, embracing her sweetly, a memory that shall never be lost. He holds on until she lets go, wanting to stay with her forever as he falls back to the wall. He begins to say something, but his words are muffled by Caitlin's soft lips on his, warmly inviting him back. Or so he hopes. He reaches out and pulls at her sides, edging her legs up to the sides of his waste in a straddling position, to which his hands rest easy on her hips. She looks gorgeous, the only thing beaming with beauty in this room. He stops with the duel of faces for a second, and has to take note. A simple three words. "You're very beautiful." He stammers out. It's been a long time since he's seen her from this angle, and it only makes him miss her more, and regret the time they spent apart.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 30, 2016 5:18:42 GMT
Caitlin allowed herself to be guided onto his lap. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it wasn't. She'd hate herself later for it, especially when it was time to face Skye. Queens, how many times did she have to hurt the man?
But who was hurting now? Caitlin looked at Levi's face as he stopped to look at her. The look in his eyes when she told him she was with Skye, the way he sank down the wall in defeat, the hurt in his voice... All of it made her want to kiss away the pain. But in sparing him pain she would cause pain to another, and in defending the other she would only cause pain to this one. It was a lose lose situation.
"You're very beautiful." He told her, holding her by the hips as she straddled his lap. She felt dizzy. Possibly the drink, but she thought she knew what it really was. Love and fear, and regret and desire and desperation. She held back. She licked her lips, still able to taste Levi on them, but she didn't dive back in for more like she wanted to. She had to show restraint.
Didn't she? Or was it already too late? She'd already committed the sin. Was there redemption in resisting now or was it all a lost cause? If she denied herself more of him would there be any mercy later?
"So are you," she told him with a wane smile. "You're magnetic, Levi, and I am not referring to the metal studs either." she gave a small pant of laughter.
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 smiles softly, giving a small chuckle to Cait's joke. "You're quite electrifying yourself. Maybe we should stick together, you are quite shocking after all." A big ol grin, plastered on his face. "How about a date, sweetie? A nice morning backrub, followed by breakfast in bed, with a walk to the beach line by the tracks. Who knows, maybe we can get lost for awhile, end up in a city of dreams. Just you and I." He reaches up and moves a piece of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Maybe you wanna spar? I'll let you win, I promise." He stops, his facial expression is frozen in the look of amazement, shock and awe, and love. "Wow, I really, REALLY am in love with you." Levi shudders at the thought, talking outloud to the darkness. "Ewww! I'm in love with such a pretty girl, and she doesn't love meeee!" He pulls his left hand over his heart, and his right hand over his forehead, faking a faint. "Or perhaps she does, maybe she really does love me. And only me!" He says, looking at her with eyes full of anticipation.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 2, 2016 0:03:43 GMT
Oh dear. Another one of Levi's "Dates". Which never were actual dates by the way. Caitlin stared blankly at him. He offered to spar instead, and that got a tiny crack of a smile out of her. When he stopped to realize that he was in love with her and felt the need to say it, her smile grew to a dazzling part. The teasing earned him a few swats of her hands, but after they landed she let her hands fall back around his shoulders loosely.
"Or perhaps she does, maybe she really does love me. And only me!" He says, looking at her with eyes full of anticipation.
Her smile froze on her face...... then slowly fell. The glow in her eyes (not the same as the glow in his, but whatever) began to dim as well.
"I... I do love you Levi, but its more complicated than that. You know that. You have to know that by 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 smiles, slowly looking around as his hands come up to his collar, straightening it out. "Levi's my name, complication's my game!" His smile softens, to a flat line on his face. "So what, are you gonna call it quits, with me, and go be with Skye?" He whimpers, softly mourning is life already. "I'll be so bored without you, and that big ol'- "
A valve blows in a steam pipe, sending hot steam out with a sharp whistling, covering Levi's words. His mouth moves, so you can make out what he's saying along with his gestures, both ending with the siren.
"I mean, Cait, no one's gonna love you like I do. I 'pologize I've been in the shadows, can't ya forgive? I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, by making you feel how much I mean to you." He lifts his hand up, softly stroking her cheek, so softy and warm.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 14, 2016 3:48:49 GMT
Levi was a champ at putting on a good face when he was hurting. He never let it show for long. He might even have himself fooled that it meant nothing, means nothing... but she smiled wanely at the way he kept up the fight behind a demonstration of levity and silliness. Good thing the valve released its tension at just that moment, hiding what might have been less a show of levity and more a show of ludeness. But even for all his impolite gestures, he never offended her. Her heart was mending with each moment she sat there staring at him. Every twitch of his eyebrow, every gleam of his teeth, something about that smile and how he spoke with his hands... Everything reminded her of him, and made her feel less like weeping and more like... well.. you dont want to know.
"I love you too, Levi," she answered him, pressing her forehead to his and grinning her own warm grin. Simple. She liked when she could keep it simple, and less complicated. Save complicated for later.
"I might forgive you... maybe, but ask me again when I'm sober," she teased, before closing the miniature gap between their faces and pressing her lips to his once more. She let her eyes slide closed.
Simple. Simple was good. Simple was leaving the past, and the future out of it, and just living in the now.
And right now, she missed this man, and he was here with her. That was silly. Silly to miss someone when they are in the room (fanroom) with you.
She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, toying her fingers through his unruly hair, missing that too. There were so many things - little things - that meant so much to her. Was it even possible she meant that much to him? If their roles were reversed, could she wait in the shadows and watch him suffer? "So Show me," she challenged him in the next break for breath. "Show me how much I mean to you."
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 smiles, thinking about it for a second. "Well, starters, I never took a break from ya' while I was gone." He reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a few broaches, mostly from common gangs around. "I always made sure ya' enemies were my enemies." He drops them on the floor, placing his hands back on her waist, gazing into her eyes longingly. "To pass time, I've tried art, and I can't seem to draw anything but hearts, and you're name."
He kisses her softly, his warm lips on hers as his hands slides up her side. He teasingly bites her bottom lip from time to time refusing to lose the battle of faces. Slow, gentle, caring. Those are the kind of kisses his missed, the kind of kisses you only get from someone who really loves you. He waits for the next break to hold up, rubbing his thumb on her side. "I've been thinking about it, and you're da' doesn't know you're the queen of the rogues, would he have to know if you married me?" He says, his eyes sparkling with an emotion not seen too often from him. Anxiety, excitement, maybe even vulnerability?
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 14, 2016 21:38:59 GMT
It was a nice bit of nostalgia, she let her eyes sink low and just breathed in the moment, enjoying the warm glowy emotions as they washed over her. It was nice, being in this familiar place again... knowing familiar feelings and even smiling at herself as she predicted the pattern of his hands from prior experience. She knew him. He knew her. It was an unexpected comfort she hadn't realized she'd lost when he went away.
His words were shockingly revolutionary. She hadn't expected that. Not from him.
She opened her eyes and ran her hands down his arms. "I've considered it, secretly," she confessed. "The thought has occurred to me, but the potential to end up further more two separate women, leading separate lives with separate husbands is unbearable. You cannot have separate children, you know..." and her father would continue to pursue a suitable marriage, were he none the wiser of some more Shakespearean plot. She sighed though.
"You'd make a great Romeo to my Juliet. Romance, tragedy, and all." It sounded like a compliment. it was meant as one. but it was also whimsy. Because she knew it would cause more problems than solutions. A girl could dream though, even if just for a moment.
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 kisses her forehead, and remains quiet for a minute. "So, maybe instead of not telling him, we do? I mean, he's looking for someone with something for ya, right? What if we used the BoR as a force, say, my force? We can make up a story, give me a face history and come for you. We can tell'em I come from countries over, and rule a force of ships, making quite the coin in trade?" He scratches his chin, and ways his options. "We could think of something, unless ya' don't wanna marry me, then that's fine. 'suppose." He ponders in silence, coming up with more schemes of mass destruction.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 2, 2016 19:40:46 GMT
Caitlin closed her eyes at the gentle touch and left them shut. Her brows scrunched in consideration as the cogs in her brain began to t urn over the suggestions he made. Maybe they could just tell him. She'd always dismissed the idea, but she'd done far stranger things and her father had learned to cope with the oddest of surprises from his daughter. They couldn't use the BOR though, that would mean pinning them down in a way that would put them at risk. She wouldn't risk the guild.
"If we did this, we would do it alone, not with the guild, I wont take advantage of our brothers like that." She ducked down and leaned in, making herself small against his chest. He smelled good. Like his hair. "Don't ever do that again. No more pretending to be dead."
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 caresses the back of Cait's head, shushing her with a soft shh. "It'll be okay, Love. As long as we have e'chother." His face dances to a soft smile as he lays his cheek ontop of her head, just waiting, embracing the time together. "A marriage ain' about hundreds of people, it's about two. Me'n'you." Levi tumbles over some thoughts in his head that raise goosebumps and shiver along his spine. "An we ain' the army, we're rogues! All for our selves, not one for all!"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Dec 14, 2016 2:05:13 GMT
"Exactly," she murmured, not even sure if she was agreeing to the first or the second or the third part. Her eyes were shut and body fully resting against him now. She felt so emotionally exhausted, it was overwhelming. The touch against her hair was nice too, a soft caress to send her off to sleep. She needed it, and she could think of no better place to take comfort than where she was 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
Softly rocks back and forth, holding his love of his life closely. "Who knew I'd find perfection?" He murmurs to himself, quietly thinking about all he's done, and that he's looking forward to with Cait. "Guess it's a date."