(she knew they wouldn't get away cleanly, it was obvious from the start. vertin can say that about plenty things she's dealt with pertaining to her life and the way that the world is always stacking more against her. her hand is tender and soft in the way it traces along that scar. familiarity, a quiet hope that she won't have to commit to such a thing again were she able to help that as she listens to schneider. she isn't wrong. she did remember and vertin always would no matter how everything reaches to rip apart what would be those she cherishes. or in this case, the one she cherished most and longed for in that heart of hers.
at first she opens her mouth, as if to say something only for the words to die on her tongue. her hand rests beneath schneider's own over the scar and their kiss brings her away from such thoughts. there were many things vertin thought about, from questions on how she could have fallen so fast, so hard, and so beautifully to almost wondering if such a thing as soulmates could exist. whatever the answer is; vertin cannot say that she would label it either for now out of that fear this could one day be stripped away from her again.)
....and I promise no matter it, I would have never forgotten.
(to carry such painful memories is always part of her life and the way everything desires to rip asunder this young girl more. the words are spoken softly against schneider's lips before vertin leans in for another kiss. some of that desire to take initiative is there even if it's in baby steps for her. schneider does have the most experience between them and vertin never was one to rush anything. it seems that also applies toward her feelings, how her hand stays well in place against that bullet scar.
or how vertin finds it easier to bit by bit even to let down those walls; something for when they're alone, truly alone. there would be no other who may get such things from the warmth of her lips to the most tender of touches.)
[Schneider smiles, closing her eyes as she melts into the kiss. There are a lot of things unsaid hanging in the moment. Her heart is broken. Her past has been erased and the future now hangs in question. But in this moment, she can forget about all of that.
She deepens the kiss again, pushing Vertin back into bed as she cups her breast, teasing her gently. Let them go back to more carnal pleasures to lose themselves in distraction]
(between them both, there's plenty more they could have said. more than they ever could know, vertin allows herself to stop thinking. the kiss does wonders. joined lips and her arms going back around schneider in a tender embrace once she's pushed back down against the mattress. her sheets tickle sensitive skin along the scars and not that were along her back. vertin deepens the kiss further with the one she found herself longing for most in this short life she's lived. the memories stayed, both blessed and cursed as they never once left her mind.
how she makes the softest of sounds into their kiss, one hand rests itself upon the small of schneider's back and the other makes it way upward to find a more comfortable spot along her shoulders. vertin is more than happy to fall into something more carnal whenever it's her. nobody else would ever see such a sight or hear her sweetest of sighs beneath schneider.
that's something she would like to stay that way, even as her lips part slightly for schneider. thoughts are hazy, her instincts a guide and vertin finds it too easy to let herself fall to their mutual desire and craving of one another. that tonight would be long in many ways whenever they're alone.
[Schneider has always been a flame burning bright and fast, taking everything down with her in her wake. It was how she lived her life, knowing her time had been limited, long before the storm had come to her doorstep.
She thinks, she'd like to see what Vertin would do, if she tried to have Vertin burn up with her. Would she let Schneider consume her wholly? Would she try to put a hold, keep the fires at bay to extend the moment they have together?
Schneider is a little curious to see what Vertin would do. So she lets Vertin touch her with tenderness, as she deepens their kiss, her hands moving over Vertin's body, tracing over the strong, slender planes of her body, as she slips her thigh between Vertin's and presses close. Every scar, every mark she'd burn into her memory. This is all she has. She'll take everything she can]
(if given that choice, perhaps vertin would have gone with her heart. the way that it chases, the way that it longs. perhaps she would have kept it at bay, or let herself be consumed if it meant in the end they never part again. if it would mean that their lonesome souls could always stay with the one that gave them peace. her body, this affection is all that she has to give though she knows not how deep it goes and how much more deeper it'd only grow. it won't ever stop growing knowing the way such greed can be endless; vertin's own could even shape up to be similar in such wants and needs. it already is as she's learning piece by piece.
someone that's burned bright, consuming and taking it all. the fabric of her pajama bottoms rides up around her legs slightly when she parts them for schneider to have better room depending on what she wants to do. her tender hands are exploring, though one rubs into the small of schneider's back as the other reaches finally to cup one of her breasts. exploration, memorizing of her own along her own curves and more. though vertin likes to think schneider's lips is her favorite part of her.
in how often they're kissing, how breathless she is between them with swollen lips, all plush from the kiss stained bruises. her body doesn't need another to take it; it could only ever desire one and maybe in the end she would allow herself to burn with this woman. offering it all, every part of herself that she might ever have with each kiss and each soft moan and sigh to schneider's own hands memorizing her body in a similar way.
her freckled cheeks are flushed red, eyes dark with need. how handsome she looks with such need more than lust. it would never only be lust from vertin in her own needs and how she might touch schneider in the future. no matter the way her affections can be physical toward others; there's only one that would get the greater part of such things when her hand squeezes gently schneider's breast as if to mimic what had been done to her.
[Skin against skin, the heat of their mouths against each other's skin, hands touching and leaving impressions in their wake. It's a moment of heat, pleasure and love. A moment, they'll blink, and it'll be gone. It's unusual for Schneider to lose track of the time. But this time, she surrenders herself to everything else - the passion, the heat.
All of it.
When they're done, their skin is damp with sweat, and Schneider thinks she might be able to sleep with ease for once, curled up against Vertin like this.]
(vertin could say many things about her heart, the way that she feels. the words are something that's found themselves rooted deep in her; that love and tenderness that vertin could only ever express towards one other woman. the time spent in one another's arms, surrendering what of herself she wished most to give schneider be it her body or this affection. she gives it, so willingly as they worshiped each other in a sense with skin to skin and the heat of their mouths marking down in places without so much a second thought.
her lengthy hair sticks to her face and there is a tired thought on vertin's end that a bath would be due whenever they wake up. as well as anything else that might need washing, but that isn't her focus to the warmth curled into her side. her arm is around schneider as her eyes start to grow heavier. a part of her almost longs to stay awake a little longer in all it's greed, for all her stamina and how it almost seems endless that felt impossible. for once, in a much more good way when sleep coaxes her away into more restful dreams over those nightmares that plagued her young mind. a comfort that only schneider could give vertin and beyond it knowing the way her heart would always long for her.
by the time it's morning, around eight am, vertin's eyes struggle to keep themselves closed. too comfortable to move, too indulgent in giving this warmth to her one and only. her beloved that curses and blesses her to never forget both at once that she existed....and that those feelings were very real no matter it all being the course of a single night together. a night tense and full of excitement; dangers that not many could ever live through if they weren't as clever or bold as they both were. as sly no less in their methods.
after a few minutes longer, vertin's eyes gradually open and blink themselves into focus. slow and catlike. a peaceful morning as the sound of water falling ties the quiet ambience together; the timekeeper doesn't move yet to get up. she is a punctual girl, always on time no matter the way others may or may not treat her. there was no work to do at the moment which causes vertin to be in no hurry to bathe, to start her day with what would be a pleasant breakfast for a young girl like her that is still growing.
....it can wait, a little longer. she won't always have these opportunities and they both know that.)
[ Despite Schneider's penchant for nighttime forays, she wakes bright and early, listening to the sound of water and Vertin's breaths against her neck. She would like to move. She would like to feel water over her skin, pull herself together so her mask fell into place just so. But she doesn't]
Good morning, my lord. Did you sleep well?
[ She hums with contentment as she sorts her thoughts. Ah, so this was reality.]
(soft breaths and vertin perhaps nuzzling closely into schneider might say enough on how well she slept. her arm is still draped over schneider and tracing gentle patterns into her ribs; the motion is thoughtful as if attempting to articulate knowing vertin's penchant for keeping quiet. another sign of affection, another moment of it given and granted freely while they lay together. it isn't a dream as they both had thought. it is in fact, their new reality while those normally tired eyes of hers seems relieved.
normally vertin would hide it better, try to that is. knowing how much she's lost there's never been any other way but to accept she might never be allowed this closeness. this tender care that she carries underneath the tragedies and her own suffering. the skin-ship which she gives whenever vertin after this brief pause sighs softly. she's content, she did sleep well surprisingly.)
....I did, for once I did.
(she slept in full and that was the biggest surprise. she did have night owl tendencies; a result of her almost unending stamina and her pushing herself well past whenever she ought to as a child her age. though that comes as no surprise in both instances knowing vertin was always that sort of girl whenever it comes to such matters.
and whenever it came to schneider now. now vertin might use her late night habits as an excuse for more quieter time between them when some manner of problem doesn't require the timekeeper's attention. or whenever she doesn't need to do paperwork, again.)
(ah. vertin walked right into that one, were she to have her hat in hand she might have pulled it down to hide the way her freckled cheeks flush bright red in response to that teasing. from how close they are, schneider will be able to see that and the way that the young timekeeper attempts to hide that. a pity it fails either way, maybe not for schneider who might enjoy teasing her more than ever. especially whenever vertin flushes such a lovely shade of pink.
as amusing as the idea is for her to be drawn to bed by this means, it might also come with other things. like the two of them looking as though an animal had marked one another up causing lilya to potentially laugh as sonetto would sputter out an attempt at speaking. more than likely failing more than vertin is with retorting to that.)
I-I....suppose that's one way? Although I wouldn't doubt that you could lure me to sleep in any means.
(dear god, she is so red that it must be a treat.)
Oh? I'm glad you are aware, my lord. I've very talented at that.
[Schneider washes up in the shower, scrubbing herself clean, lingering on the marks on her skin. Alive. She's alive. It still fills her with wonder. She wraps a towel around herself and goes to find her dress. That dress.]
(once schneider is done with her own shower, it's vertin's turn to look over the marks along her skin. albeit with her getting flustered at remembering. if only to spare them both from getting distracted heavily; any other times might be different and it's not as though she minds. the timekeeper can afford to indulge together with schneider were she to wish that. for the time being vertin is still surprised herself. she did leave the dress and schneider's jacket out in her wardrobe in plain view, the door opened up and everything to show an assortment of similar suits and pajama's that vertin typically wore as well. it's not as though she also minds were schneider to decide something from her wardrobe was enough to strike her fancy.
it gave her more than enough time to relax, to stop blushing and get dressed herself after coming out from the bathroom. her usual suit, sans the jacket and hat since that was left hung up while giving schneider a pleasant view of her dressed up dapper as usual. although she doesn't have her hair tied up yet, either. not right now. vertin did need to get one of her hair ties first once she adjusts her tie beneath her vest.)
I believe that I may still have your guns after all, somewhere, since I am prone to keeping anything whenever possible....
(hoarding tendencies can be useful, sometimes, although vertin does need to go through everything she kept. the rosary should be there with schneider's dress, unless the guns were there as well knowing that she hadn't quite had time to remind herself of things she lost track of from her reluctant seven week coma. it would spare them having to request the guns being rebuilt if they did find them; perhaps knock off another thing that constantine could scrutinize. playing chess with that woman is difficult but not impossible from what madam z had taught vertin in her efforts to help rescue the timekeeper.
the thought aside, she's going over in her head where else they can check. she did have all the amenities that a regular home should have in her suitcase. kitchen, bath, dining room, the list can go on. it's just a matter of going through the rooms while figuring out where she kept everything were she to be wrong.)
That's useful. [ Schneider perks up, as she dries her hair. Those were precious to her after all. Little ways she had carved out an identity for herself]
I will need my guns if the Foundation would like me to run pigeon hunts for them.
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My lord, this is nothing.
[She pauses for a moment to steady Vertin's hand there, even as she leans back down to kiss Vertin deeply]
You remembered. You remembered my heart beat on the right.
[A necessary evil, a necessary sacrifice. Schneider had known from the beginning they would never get away from this cleanly]
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at first she opens her mouth, as if to say something only for the words to die on her tongue. her hand rests beneath schneider's own over the scar and their kiss brings her away from such thoughts. there were many things vertin thought about, from questions on how she could have fallen so fast, so hard, and so beautifully to almost wondering if such a thing as soulmates could exist. whatever the answer is; vertin cannot say that she would label it either for now out of that fear this could one day be stripped away from her again.)
....and I promise no matter it, I would have never forgotten.
(to carry such painful memories is always part of her life and the way everything desires to rip asunder this young girl more. the words are spoken softly against schneider's lips before vertin leans in for another kiss. some of that desire to take initiative is there even if it's in baby steps for her. schneider does have the most experience between them and vertin never was one to rush anything. it seems that also applies toward her feelings, how her hand stays well in place against that bullet scar.
or how vertin finds it easier to bit by bit even to let down those walls; something for when they're alone, truly alone. there would be no other who may get such things from the warmth of her lips to the most tender of touches.)
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[Schneider smiles, closing her eyes as she melts into the kiss. There are a lot of things unsaid hanging in the moment. Her heart is broken. Her past has been erased and the future now hangs in question. But in this moment, she can forget about all of that.
She deepens the kiss again, pushing Vertin back into bed as she cups her breast, teasing her gently. Let them go back to more carnal pleasures to lose themselves in distraction]
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how she makes the softest of sounds into their kiss, one hand rests itself upon the small of schneider's back and the other makes it way upward to find a more comfortable spot along her shoulders. vertin is more than happy to fall into something more carnal whenever it's her. nobody else would ever see such a sight or hear her sweetest of sighs beneath schneider.
that's something she would like to stay that way, even as her lips part slightly for schneider. thoughts are hazy, her instincts a guide and vertin finds it too easy to let herself fall to their mutual desire and craving of one another. that tonight would be long in many ways whenever they're alone.
that nobody else may have them.)
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She thinks, she'd like to see what Vertin would do, if she tried to have Vertin burn up with her. Would she let Schneider consume her wholly? Would she try to put a hold, keep the fires at bay to extend the moment they have together?
Schneider is a little curious to see what Vertin would do. So she lets Vertin touch her with tenderness, as she deepens their kiss, her hands moving over Vertin's body, tracing over the strong, slender planes of her body, as she slips her thigh between Vertin's and presses close. Every scar, every mark she'd burn into her memory. This is all she has. She'll take everything she can]
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someone that's burned bright, consuming and taking it all. the fabric of her pajama bottoms rides up around her legs slightly when she parts them for schneider to have better room depending on what she wants to do. her tender hands are exploring, though one rubs into the small of schneider's back as the other reaches finally to cup one of her breasts. exploration, memorizing of her own along her own curves and more. though vertin likes to think schneider's lips is her favorite part of her.
in how often they're kissing, how breathless she is between them with swollen lips, all plush from the kiss stained bruises. her body doesn't need another to take it; it could only ever desire one and maybe in the end she would allow herself to burn with this woman. offering it all, every part of herself that she might ever have with each kiss and each soft moan and sigh to schneider's own hands memorizing her body in a similar way.
her freckled cheeks are flushed red, eyes dark with need. how handsome she looks with such need more than lust. it would never only be lust from vertin in her own needs and how she might touch schneider in the future. no matter the way her affections can be physical toward others; there's only one that would get the greater part of such things when her hand squeezes gently schneider's breast as if to mimic what had been done to her.
she'll learn, but that's fine in itself.)
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All of it.
When they're done, their skin is damp with sweat, and Schneider thinks she might be able to sleep with ease for once, curled up against Vertin like this.]
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her lengthy hair sticks to her face and there is a tired thought on vertin's end that a bath would be due whenever they wake up. as well as anything else that might need washing, but that isn't her focus to the warmth curled into her side. her arm is around schneider as her eyes start to grow heavier. a part of her almost longs to stay awake a little longer in all it's greed, for all her stamina and how it almost seems endless that felt impossible. for once, in a much more good way when sleep coaxes her away into more restful dreams over those nightmares that plagued her young mind. a comfort that only schneider could give vertin and beyond it knowing the way her heart would always long for her.
by the time it's morning, around eight am, vertin's eyes struggle to keep themselves closed. too comfortable to move, too indulgent in giving this warmth to her one and only. her beloved that curses and blesses her to never forget both at once that she existed....and that those feelings were very real no matter it all being the course of a single night together. a night tense and full of excitement; dangers that not many could ever live through if they weren't as clever or bold as they both were. as sly no less in their methods.
after a few minutes longer, vertin's eyes gradually open and blink themselves into focus. slow and catlike. a peaceful morning as the sound of water falling ties the quiet ambience together; the timekeeper doesn't move yet to get up. she is a punctual girl, always on time no matter the way others may or may not treat her. there was no work to do at the moment which causes vertin to be in no hurry to bathe, to start her day with what would be a pleasant breakfast for a young girl like her that is still growing.
....it can wait, a little longer. she won't always have these opportunities and they both know that.)
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Good morning, my lord. Did you sleep well?
[ She hums with contentment as she sorts her thoughts. Ah, so this was reality.]
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normally vertin would hide it better, try to that is. knowing how much she's lost there's never been any other way but to accept she might never be allowed this closeness. this tender care that she carries underneath the tragedies and her own suffering. the skin-ship which she gives whenever vertin after this brief pause sighs softly. she's content, she did sleep well surprisingly.)
....I did, for once I did.
(she slept in full and that was the biggest surprise. she did have night owl tendencies; a result of her almost unending stamina and her pushing herself well past whenever she ought to as a child her age. though that comes as no surprise in both instances knowing vertin was always that sort of girl whenever it comes to such matters.
and whenever it came to schneider now. now vertin might use her late night habits as an excuse for more quieter time between them when some manner of problem doesn't require the timekeeper's attention. or whenever she doesn't need to do paperwork, again.)
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Mmm? So it takes me wearing you out all night for you to rest?
[Her lips curve up in amusement]
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as amusing as the idea is for her to be drawn to bed by this means, it might also come with other things. like the two of them looking as though an animal had marked one another up causing lilya to potentially laugh as sonetto would sputter out an attempt at speaking. more than likely failing more than vertin is with retorting to that.)
I-I....suppose that's one way? Although I wouldn't doubt that you could lure me to sleep in any means.
(dear god, she is so red that it must be a treat.)
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Oh? I'm glad you are aware, my lord. I've very talented at that.
[Schneider washes up in the shower, scrubbing herself clean, lingering on the marks on her skin. Alive. She's alive. It still fills her with wonder. She wraps a towel around herself and goes to find her dress. That dress.]
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it gave her more than enough time to relax, to stop blushing and get dressed herself after coming out from the bathroom. her usual suit, sans the jacket and hat since that was left hung up while giving schneider a pleasant view of her dressed up dapper as usual. although she doesn't have her hair tied up yet, either. not right now. vertin did need to get one of her hair ties first once she adjusts her tie beneath her vest.)
I believe that I may still have your guns after all, somewhere, since I am prone to keeping anything whenever possible....
(hoarding tendencies can be useful, sometimes, although vertin does need to go through everything she kept. the rosary should be there with schneider's dress, unless the guns were there as well knowing that she hadn't quite had time to remind herself of things she lost track of from her reluctant seven week coma. it would spare them having to request the guns being rebuilt if they did find them; perhaps knock off another thing that constantine could scrutinize. playing chess with that woman is difficult but not impossible from what madam z had taught vertin in her efforts to help rescue the timekeeper.
the thought aside, she's going over in her head where else they can check. she did have all the amenities that a regular home should have in her suitcase. kitchen, bath, dining room, the list can go on. it's just a matter of going through the rooms while figuring out where she kept everything were she to be wrong.)
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I will need my guns if the Foundation would like me to run pigeon hunts for them.
[ Is she joking or not?]