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[He was in trouble. He knew it. There was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't run, he couldn't hide, and he could never disobey.

So he waited for her. He waited for her to call, and he waited for her to punish him.]




((OOC: This is for Grace and Brera only. WARNING. This will be... oh god I don't even know. It's going to be intense, there's going to be physical and psychological torture involved, and it's not going to be pretty.))

Date: 2011-03-01 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
[Even if he can't see it, her smile only grows. Ranshe...Ranshe would be turning in her grace; if she had been buried, that is.]

You feel her hold you, hear her telling you it's alright. For the moment, she's forgiven you.

Date: 2011-03-01 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[Ranka hugs him, leans her head on his shoulder, and says quietly, "it's okay, Brera-san. I forgive you."

Brera's fist clenches slightly and he ducks his head. He doesn't deserve this.]

Date: 2011-03-01 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
Even if you don't believe it, it's Ranka. You have to believe it, even if it's not true.

[He twists and turns in reaction to something in his own mind. Incestuous bastard... Oh, well.] Let yourself lean back into her arms, let her hands run through your hair, massage your shoulders... This is the moment you want, isn't it.

Date: 2011-03-01 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[His breath hitches. This... isn't right, somehow. He's not sure why.

It's not that he doesn't like it, but... it's not right.

It's only making him confused.]

Date: 2011-03-01 01:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
She wants you to relax. To enjoy this... For now, it's exactly what you want. You need this.

[Yes... The confusion is predicted; the turmoil. For now, it needs to be eased. So it can be brought up in full force later.]

Date: 2011-03-01 02:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[He's still so tense. He can't... he doesn't know what he's supposed to do.

But... Ranka wants him to relax.

So he has to try.

Slowly,

slowly,

he begins to relax.]

Date: 2011-03-01 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
Lay down, she's holding you. [She has walked behind him, laying down a folded up blanket where (if Brera were to lay backwards) his head would be. It's only there to increase the illusion even if all his senses are under her control.]

It's only you two, this is all you want. Her to hold you like this, caressing your hair, your face, your chest. She talks to you, asking you if you like it, if you're alright.

Date: 2011-03-01 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[He lies back, his head resting on the blanket, his Grace-fueled imagination seeing it as Ranka's lap. She's running her fingers through his hair, speaking to him quietly, touching his face.

He wants to like it. He wants to run away. He wants to stand up and ask why, what's going on, what's the purpose of all this. He wants to go home.

He doesn't know where home is.

He doesn't know what home means.

The closest to home he can be is here, with Ranka, and he doesn't know why.]

Date: 2011-03-01 03:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
[She says nothing, for a few minutes, gauging his reaction. If he continues to fight it, she will correct him. She is patient. It will work.]

Date: 2011-03-01 03:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[He shifts slightly, uncomfortable in more ways than one. There is still an appalling sense of wrongness about this that he can't seem to shake, no matter how hard he tries. He tries to get more comfortable. He tries to ease his breath. He tries to relax. He tries to listen to Ranka.

But none of it is quite right.]

Date: 2011-03-01 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
Relax.

[He was not comfortable, at ease yet. That was not conclusive to her desires. She would force him, if she had to.]

Date: 2011-03-01 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[An order. His breaths slowed and deepened, his muscles began to relax, and he settled into his position more easily.

His thoughts began to untangle slowly as his body relaxed.]

Date: 2011-03-01 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
This is what you want, what you need. Just you and Ranka.

[For now, she will let him dream disillusioned. More the pity for when she wakes him up.]

Date: 2011-03-01 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[Just him and Ranka. That's all he ever needed, was them together just like this. He would be with her, he would protect her, and they would be... happy.]

Date: 2011-03-01 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
Yet, you want to hold her, yourself. To run your fingers through her hair, to feel her.

Date: 2011-03-01 07:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[It's true. He does want it. In his mind, she's there in his arms, he's holding her, gently playing with her hair, comforted by her presence.]

Date: 2011-03-01 07:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
But...she doesn't trust you, does she?

[It was time to break the illusion.] Sh struggles.

Date: 2011-03-01 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[No... why would she...

Of course.

There's no point in holding on to her if she didn't want it.

So he lets her go.

He sits up, even though his eyes are still closed.]

Date: 2011-03-01 07:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
[She shifts her glasses, adjusting them. His reaction was perfect. It was like giving a dog a bone before taking it away.]

Wake up, Antares-1.

Date: 2011-03-01 07:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[He opens his eyes. He stands up, ready for orders.

But his eyes are dead somehow. The only thing in his life that meant anything had been taken away, even if it was only in a dream.

For him, the dream was real.]

Date: 2011-03-02 12:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
[She smirks, knowing why he's reacting badly.]

Was that such a loss?

Date: 2011-03-02 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[He looks at her for a moment, then shifts his gaze straight ahead. He inclines his head slightly. He doesn't want to admit it, but she asked the question, and her questions require answers.]

Date: 2011-03-02 03:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] implantsgrace.livejournal.com
That better be a yes.

[Of course it is, but that didn't mean she had to act like she knew that. It...gave sort of an edge to things, right? Of course.]

Date: 2011-03-02 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sternefacade.livejournal.com
[He takes a moment to keep himself from gritting his teeth and reacting angrily. She was trying to goad him. He couldn't let it work. So with his head down and his voice calm, he replies.]

It is.

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