Briza

Darcy Institute for the Mentally Insane(Arista & Briza)

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Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Father Seraphim sighed, listening intently for any sound from Aleksandr. His left hand unraveled the prayer rope around his right arm and began thumbing through the knots--a nervous habit he had picked up from seminary. Coincidentally, it was a habit smiled upon in seminary. Matushka Theodora had tied the knots herself for one of his birthdays. He could remember the callouses on her fingers--she used to tie the knots so quickly. He didn't mind that her hands weren't as soft looking; her love always radiated through her works... and her smile. He looked down a the prayer rope--it had been used over and over through the years, but he was determined to make it last. He didn't want to not use it because that would defeat its purpose. However, he did not want it falling apart, either. This week had already deemed to be a very stressful one. Perhaps, Alekandr was feeling sick because he was not eating anything.

Aleksandr stretched his body out the best her could on the tiled bathroom floor, closing his eyes and drawing in a deep breath through a sick smile covering his mouth. God, if only I could fucking actually kill myself. The coldness of the tile touched his bare forearms and tingled through his body. Where was God when he even needed him? He reopened his eyes to stare directly at the bathroom light, brightening the white room. There were cracks on the wall by the ceiling--which had been there since the beginning of his father and him moving into the house. He concentrated on them, staring at the void beyond the separation. He wanted to stay on the bathroom floor forever, letting the stinging of cold tile numb his pain.

Father Seraphim got up from the couch, tucking his prayer rope into his pocket. He went over to the bathroom and knocked on the door, "Aleksy..." he waited for a response, "Are you alright?"

Aleksandr turned to look at the crack under the door. His indisposed smile vanished as he was brought back to reality. He sat up, "I'm fine..." he flushed the toilet and stood up to wash his hands. The cold water poured over his hands, his smile flickered back on his face and faded when he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He turned the faucet off and dried his hands. He turned around and opened the bathroom door to see his father still standing immediately close to the door, concern in his eyes.

"Just a small bug?" His father asked.

"Yeah... I'll make it to Vespers, tonight..." he gave a half smile.

"Very good," his father nodded his head. He turned, "I have some reading I need to get done. I will be in my room if you change your mind," his shoulders relaxed as he walked back to the desk in his room, to read.

Aleksandr stood between the bathroom and his room for a moment, shaking the sickness off of him. He poked his head into his bedroom to see Sylvia listening to music. He took several steps forward into his room, "Hey," he said rather loudly--not quite sure if he had her attention, "We should work on the project..." @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"Mama, why do you taste so good? Mama, mama... why are you screaming? Please, stop..."

Aleksandr's eyes shot open. His stomach was in knots. His hands clenched his abdomen, "Fuck," he whispered. Sitting up and hunching over. His head was between his knees as he took in deep breaths. His eyes were shut closed. His hands slowly let go of his stomach and grasped his head, digging his fingers into his hair. He felt like vomiting, again, and his head was spinning.

Father Seraphim opened the bedroom door, after hearing stirring in the living area. His eyes scanned the room and then focused on Aleksandr. He quickly made his way to Aleksandr, "Aleksy, are you feeling alright?" He sat down on the couch next to Aleksandr. The movement of the couch made Aleksandr's stomach hurt worse.

Aleksandr peaked out from under his arms, "Please, stop..." he asked his dad desperately, gritting his teeth.

His father's eyes moved back and forth, assessing the situation, "Are you sick?" his voice was low and sympathetic.

Aleksandr nodded.

"You're not high are you?" Father Seraphim asked in a sterner voice this time.

Aleksandr said nothing for a bit as he glared at the floor, "No, Papa..." he muttered, feeling himself salivating, the kind that happens right before the upchucking.

Father Seraphim stroked his beard, "If you're not feeling well, I'll have to find someone else to chant, tonight," he put his hand on Alekandr's back, rubbing it lovingly. Aleksandr quickly got up from the couch when his father touched him. The warmth was nauseating.

He stumbled towards the bathroom with his hand over his mouth and slammed the door shut. Squatting before the toilet, he let out a whole bunch of dry heaves. Mostly saliva came out, dripping from his lips. He was expecting at least vile. But, God, she tasted so good.

Father Seraphim sat concernedly on the couch. He wasn't sure whether he should enter the bathroom or not. He closed his eyes and said a small prayer for his son, crossing himself afterwards.

Aleksandr pushed himself from the toilet and curled up on the bathroom floor, feeling the cold tile press through his shirt. It felt nice there. A small smile slithered on his lips, and a silent laugh escaped his mouth as his head cocked backwards slightly. He was fucking losing it. @Arista

Darcy Institute for the Mentally Insane(Arista & Briza)

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The Dark Side of War (Closed)

And it's not at all because Cal's gonna need a medic after my post.

@Nevix

YOU LIED. HE DOES NEED A MEDIC. Or... wait, you were being sarcastic...

The Dark Side of War (Closed)

Private First Class Esther Rose

"Oh, shit. Kane, you seeing what I’m seeing? Scope glint in the snow..."

"I see 'em," Esther smirked just before Private Webley finished talking.

"...I think there might be a sni-”

As a bullet tore through the wintery air and pierced Private Webley in the face, Esther did not flinch. The knowledge had registered through the back of her head, but she was not about to lose her position. Her eyes narrowed, aiming strategically and quenching the trigger of her Standard M3 Abrams. A small smile tugged the left side of her smirk as she watched the Tellosian sniper collapse. Her first kill. The situation did not fully register. She was completely immerged in the fluidity of combat. One wrong move and she could end up worse than Private Webley.

She shifted the vision on her gear, gazing her eyes at the battle field. Her mask was zeroing in on the enemy, "Bang, bang," she whispered under her breath as she shot two more stentorian bullets into the night sky. Two Tellosian bodies, separate from each other collapsed. She was too far away to see any blood, although she could imagine the halos around their heads bleeding into the snow. She relaxed her shoulders a bit before flexing them, again, ready for another kill--propping the gun into a more accurate position. Her head tilted slightly for a better view.

Her heart was thumping steadily in her chest as she took in solemn breaths. To get too excited, she'd lose concentration. She did not want to get reckless. A breath escaped her mouth before she closed her lips, again and let the smirk remain on her hidden face. This was only part of the first wave. One man down, six to go.

Corporal Craster needed to assist Private Webley. His screaming had died down a while ago. However, she'd heard worse screams before. She hoped he was fine. Although, she doubted it. Her head did not dare turn to look at his unconscious body lying near her.

A small ache ran through her thighs from all the squatting. Her face grimaced its smirk away. She should have worked out more. She let another breath escape through her parted lips before sealing them closed. Her heart began pumping at a swifter pace, feeling her body failing her. The Tellosian army was drawing closer. She wanted to close her eyes to calm herself back down, but that was not an option. She drew in long breaths from her mask. Not now, Esther. Not now. Her eyes widened and then narrowed when she caught sight of the weaponry the Tellosian army was using. Her thighs went numb and no longer posed as a problem to her mentally.

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr pushed his legs out in front of him and planted his hands on the floor, lifting hits body into a standing position, "No, you're fine. I'll let you be," he grabbed the towel and left the room. He bit his lower lip harshly, as he exited. His father wasn't in the kitchen anymore. He wasn't sure if he was happy or disappointed. He decided to go with disappointed, since it was an easier feeling to conjure. He walked towards the kitchen, which was near the make shift laundry room. The laundry room door creaked open and Aleksandr tossed the towel into a laundry basket. He noted that there were several garments that still needed washing, but doing the laundry was just so mundane. It was worse than reading the Psalters while people went to Confession.

The door squeaked close, and he slowly made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch. He twisted his body and put his feet on the couch, so he could lay down. The couch was a bit small, but he had slept on the couch before--and Sylvia's ankle would be far from comfortable on it. He closed his eyes and listened to the pattering of the rain on the roof. The house was quiet and the smell of soup was going away, and the prominent smell of Rose Mary was coming back.

He stretched out his arms before pulling them closer to himself. University would start up tomorrow, again. He furrowed his eyebrows, not looking forward to it. However, he slowly relaxed on the couch and falling asleep off guard. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr's eyes studied her, widening as she absently traced patterns against her thigh, "You looked like you were having a nightmare," he glanced at the door and then back at Sylvia. The rain was pouring harder, now, pattering loudly on the roof of the house, "I guess we could work on the project," he did not particularly want to work on the project. It just reminded him of University and how much he abhorred school, but Sylvia wanted to work on the project...

Absently thinking, Aleksandr took a seat on the carpeted floor, leaning against the wall--facing Sylvia on the bed. She looked rather lovely in his bed. A small unconscious smile brushed on his lips as he thought about her leaving her scent on his sheets. He pulled his knees close to his chest, "Have you thought of a historical figure, yet?" His eyes were admiring her from where he sat. Before his thoughts dug too deep into her, he adverted his attention back to the door, realizing he was smiling.

A small wave of embarrassment flushed over him. He hated not being in control of his emotions, and being with Sylvia was becoming impossible for him. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

After dressing himself, Aleksandr picked up his towel and quietly opened the closet door. He glanced at Sylvia who was curled into a ball, shivering. Holding his towel in one hand, he stretched out his other hand. He didn't like having nightmares, which happened more than often--despite being used to them, he still did not like them. His hand quivered a bit, considering it was the one he used in the shower. His hand pressed against her shoulder, nudging her gently, "Sylv?" he narrowed his eyes, concentrating on her.

He suddenly withdrew his hand and took a step away from her, straightening his back. Maybe he shouldn't try to wake her. She was tired, after all. He shuttered a bit, glancing away from her. I'm sick, he told himself. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Feeling the cold water press against his skin calmed Aleksandr down. He closed his eyes, letting the water fall over him like he had when he was outside. He moved his head, letting it sprinkle on his face. He was enjoying the shower too much, but he didn't care. His hand slid down his abdomen and slowly made its way lower...

Father Seraphim finished the dishes. They were long over due for a cleanse. They had been piling up in the sink for a week, now. He let out a small sigh, glancing over at the bedrooms. His half smile re-appeared on his face. He had sometimes wondered what it was like to have an actual daughter. Of course, he had many children in his parish--as he was the priest, but none he loved more than his own. Nonetheless, he would take care of Sylvia. He glanced at an icon hanging on the wall of the kitchen. It was the icon of the Last Supper. Aleksandr had painted it diligently. Perhaps, Alekandr's lack of interest in iconography was what made his artwork so notable. He rubbed his temples, reminding himself that the rest of the iconography was painted by his late wife...

He shook his head and carefully and quietly made his way to his own room to read and rest. Vespers was tonight, of course, and he wanted to at least be functional for his own job.

Aleksandr's eyes fluttered a bit, as he let out a soft moan, biting his lip. His shoulders relaxed as his hand dropped to his side. The cold water continued beating on him as his legs became numb. He drew in several breaths. God, I needed that. He turned to the shower faucet and twisted the nobs off. The water died down. He stepped out of the shower and opened the only cabinet available in the bathroom--pulling out a towel. He dried himself off, feeling much more relaxed than before.

As he dried himself off, he realized in his storm of anger, he had forgotten to get an extra pair of clothes. He stared at his crumpled laundry on the floor. He could either put his old clothes back on and go get new clothes or wrap the towel around him and get new clothes. He closed his eyes. Sylv is probably asleep. He drew in a nervous breath, wrapping the towel around his waist. He opened the bathroom door carefully and quickly jetted to his bedroom. He peaked his head inside, seeing that Sylvia appeared to be asleep. He carefully walked to his closet and closed the door to change. @Arista