Will of the Oppressed (Lucky x Gypsy) (open)

[iiGypsy_Jazz]

Akila gasped, clinging to Markus, and after a moment, rested her head against his shoulder. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and enjoyed his scent.  

[Lucky_Tiger]

The tiger that shouldn't be....is....

Markus smiled to himself, feeling her nuzzle. He carried her to their room, slipping in and setting her on the bed carefully. Going to the small chest of clothes, he dug through and pulled out a large t-shirt. "Here. This should work for a night shirt, since you'll be staying here longer now. Do you want pants too?" He asked, eying her small frame. He wasn't sure if he had any that wouldn't be absolutely humongous on her. He might have to go get more.

The tiger that should be....isn't....

 

[iiGypsy_Jazz]

Akila took the shirt gladly, happy to be rid of Clorogne's stink. At his question, she shrugged. A shirt should do fine, not that any of his pants would fit her, anyway. Hit with a sudden playful urge, she turned away from him and began to lift the shirt from her back, revealing creamy striped skin.  

[Lucky_Tiger]

The tiger that shouldn't be....is....

Markus was caught off guard as she started changing without warning him. He found himself staring at her pale skin. When he realized what he was doing, he turned around. A furious red blue stained his cheeks.

The tiger that should be....isn't....

 

[iiGypsy_Jazz]

Akila snickered a little, looking over her shoulder as she tuggedthe shirt over her head. She gave a Wide stretch, flicking him with her tail, before tugging his shirt on. It was huge on her, sure, but the way it hung on her that didn't seem so bad. Especially not as she kicked off her baggy servant pants.  

[Lucky_Tiger]

The tiger that shouldn't be....is....

Markus rolled his eyes, feeling her tail flick him. When he was sure sufficient time had passed, he peeked over his shoulder. He breathed a small sigh of relief to see she was indeed finished changing. He stripped off his own shift and came to sit on the bed. He pulled Akila onto his lap. "Did your first day go well?" He asked her.

The tiger that should be....isn't....

 

[iiGypsy_Jazz]

Akila nodded happily, cozying down against him and wrapping her small arms around his shoulders. Yawning again, she let her eyes slide closed for just a moment. In a few seconds she'd opened her eyes again, and was back to watching him tiredly.  

[Lucky_Tiger]

The tiger that shouldn't be....is....

Markus lay down, keeping Akila curled against him. He spread on wing, draping it over her protectively. "Sleep. I can see you're tired." He told her with a smile.

The tiger that should be....isn't....

 

[iiGypsy_Jazz]

Akila purred and held onto him tightly, closing her eyes again.  

[Lucky_Tiger]

The tiger that shouldn't be....is....

Markus was soon fast asleep, tired out from his long day. He always was asleep quickly. He slept lightly though, ready to wake at the slightest disturbance. It was a habit left over from when the resistance didn't have such a secure location.

The tiger that should be....isn't....

 

[iiGypsy_Jazz]

Akila fell asleep rather quickly in the comfort of his arms. Sadly, her dream world still wasn't as safe as this new reality, and she was having nightmares about the bad man that woke her in shivers and a fit of panic.  

[Lucky_Tiger]

The tiger that shouldn't be....is....

Markus woke, feeling her trembling. He stroked her hair softly, murmuring, "Sh....Sh.....You're safe Akila. I promise it. No one will hurt you. You're safe here......Sh, sh....."

The tiger that should be....isn't....

 

[iiGypsy_Jazz]

Akila was gasping, each wanna-be whimper sending tremors through her injured throat and reminding her of the pain that used to be so much stronger. She clung to Markus like her life depended on it, with eyes slammed shut as tight as she could.  

[Lucky_Tiger]

The tiger that shouldn't be....is....

Markus kissed her gently, his lips barely brushing hers. "Your safe Akila. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise. No one will ever hurt you again." His wings folded around the pair, cocooning them in a comforting and warm darkness.

The tiger that should be....isn't....

 

[iiGypsy_Jazz]

Akila was still breathing heavily, but she was beginning to calm, opening opening her eyes when she felt his lips leave her, and she searched his eyes for anything like a lie. He was the one person she wouldn't be able to take lying to her, or hurting her. It would tear her apart. She was right, there was nothing like it. She exhaled what she hadn't realised she'd been holding in and looked at one of her trembling hands. She was a mess.