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 Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 3:05 am
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"You come on in, babe," Nahm called. Merry would find the door unlocked, though the drape was drawn; within, the grue was seated crosslegged at the low table in the middle of the room, writing a letter with a quill pen. He had a single corpselight jar lit, making sure that his handwriting was legible in visible light as well as by nightsight. As she entered and the drape fell closed again behind her, he blotted the pen, set it down, and flipped his hood back down across his shoulders. "What's up, gorgeous?" he asked.
His eyes rested briefly on the pin fastened prominently to her dress, and one of his ears flicked. He said nothing yet about it, just raising his eyebrows and gesturing to a pillow beside the table. "Snappy, don't bite the pretty ghoul," he said. The foxfire lurking under the table made a groaning growling noise and retreated to the beanbag that was his territory.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 9:18 am
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She was careful, as she always was, to make sure the door was closed completely before shifting the curtain aside and making her way further into the room. A curious glance was given to the corpselight, the quill in his hand, and the paper beneath it, but instead of asking she simply smiled, adoringly, as she sauntered closer.
"I missed you," she crooned softly, lowing in a graceful knee at his side. Eyes twitching to the pin, and the flick of his ear didn't go unnoticed, but she had no reason to think the presence of his twin's pin should bother him, and certainly not given the motivation for her visit. She did give quick, narrowed eyed stare at the devourer foxfire as it growled in protest, challenging, but it slunk away to his bean bag, and Merry smirked before curling her tail around Nahm's hips and leaning into him.
Hand on his leg, she stretched up to lay a kiss on his chin, another further up along his jaw, and if he turned his head to her, lips.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 7:39 am
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Mery melted into the kiss, purring, as she was tugged against him, when when they broke, she ducked her head beneath his chin, nuzzling. Another curious look was turned down to the table, to the paper with it's scrawling script, and now she'd actually peer at it, scanning the first line, before glancing back up at Nahm. "What's it for?"
She didn't know much about the Grue's life back home aside from the fact they lived in tunnels, and had to answer to elders. Ahm, as the eldest by a few minutes, carried more responsibilities, but she wasn't sure what those were, exactly. It felt like prying, to ask, and especially with them, she did not push.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 4:08 pm
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We request, respectfully, as students of Amityville Academy and sons the first family of Clan deVarr, that steps be taken to ensure that our academic careers are not hindered by family obligations; being that the clan has sent us to further our educations, we feel that it is counterproductive to require frequent visits ... "Bitchy letter," Nahm explained. "Grandfather keeps pulling Ahm back for clan meetings and bullshit and it's gettin' in the way of his classes. We think they're trying to teach us some kinda lesson about being separate, but jack that, they want separate, they can pick some other suckers. Me and Ahm, we come as a set. It's our strong point."
He eyed Merry thoughtfully, brought up a claw to tap the pin on the strap of her dress. "Suppose I ought to do that too," he said.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 5:05 pm
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Pale eyes snapped back, and the purr deepened into a low growl. Merry had noticed just how much Ahm was away, and she, like Nahm, didn't like it. Now one little bit. Fingers curling into the front of Nahm's robe, she cuddled in against his side, reading the first couple lines of the letter before the tap on the pin pulled her attention back up to him.
She looked down at the pin, smiled, then dipped a hand into the line of her cleavage to draw out a colorful little circle with feather designs on the face of it. She hid it in her palm, that hand dropping down to her side. She was going for subtle, inconspicuous, but likely failed.
Instead of a verbal answer she looked up at him, fond smile on full lips and bright eyes locked on glowing whites. Of course she wanted his pin, very much, but she wouldn't nudge him into it, not even when he'd been the one to bring it up. So she was patient, thumb running over the smooth edge of her own in her hand, waiting.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 4:40 am
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One eyebrow angled, and Nahm tilted his head, his lips pulling up into more of a smile, because Merry had not been subtle, and perhaps could not be subtle, but that was not her job. Nahm curled his fingers over his palm, concentrated a moment, then reached over to attach the pin he'd generated to her dress alongside his twin's symbol, two stylized sharptoothed smiles side by side.
That done, he tapped the pad of his index finger on the soft, fine fur of her cheek, then watched her steadily, waiting.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 9:25 am
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Nahm did not disappoint. As the pin was added beside his brother's she gave a delighted coo, beaming brightly, as he gave a soft tap to her cheek. He needn't wait long, one long look always given the matching pins, then she was crawling into his lap, legs wrapped aroun his thin waist, so she could wrap arms around his neck and show him just how much he meant to her.
She had to draw back to breath, and her cheek rubbed over the edge of his jaw as she cuddled against him, purring deeply, and finally fixed the colorful circle she'd hidden on the front of his clothes. "You are my favorite," she murmur up to him, voice soft, and fond, and adoring. She cared for all her friends, adored them, but Nahm, his brother, they were truly special to her.
And perhaps Nahm ruled the top of her list alone, because it had been, from day one, who she had come back to time and time again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 4:14 pm
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The ghoul giggled, in perfect agreement to his comment. Her tail looped around his side, feathers brushing his hip, as an arm snaked around her waist, and she leaned back comfortably against Nahm's chest. "Usually something fun," she'd add, head tipping back to press the points of horns against his shoulders briefly, a sweet smile resting on full lips.
She opened the box, head tipping back down so she could peek inside, and when she saw the folded up scarf she gave a soft 'oh'. The lid was dropped to the side, and pale fingers lifted the patched and stitched length of fabric from within so she could run her thumbs along the embroidery. "It's like your robes," she mused softly, tracing the tip of a finger along the length of a stitch. "And your scarves." All hand sewn, careful and meticulous.
"Did you guys make this for me?" Her head turned so she could look up at him.
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