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[quote=LovelyAnastasia]
Asha's body arched slightly in surprise when he reached out to hold her, but she soon relaxed and even ended up leaning on him a bit. Her hands lightly held his shoulders, almost as if she were a bit shy about being touched by anyone at all. In fact she just seemed a bit shy looking at him. She didn't have experience dealing with boys or being touched by them, so she just thought her hammering heart was something normal. And her weakened knees were obviously the fault of her weakened energy state. At his similar greeting from before she smiled. She didn't quiet know what the words meant, but she supposed they were a greeting like they had been before.
The light from Asha's eyes had made him wince and she was about to apologize when he spoke about showing her his? His what? Well she soon found out. He did the thing she had seen him do before, only this time she went with him. And the only reason she knew that he had done his 'BAMF'-teleportation was because of the unique sound. With a jolt she had her arms around his neck, clinging to him, but not forcefully so. The smell of sulfur and the disorienting almost free-fall movement combined with her already spinning headache made her press her head against his chest and clench her eyes shut. Her stomach dropped, just like it had when she had been free-falling through the sky earlier that night, only she had no control over it now. She didn't know when it was over, she was too dizzy to be able to tell, still having a tight hold on Mangus, head pressed against him, eyes closed.[/quote]
[quote=knighthawk]
Magnus had to admit, he loved this trick. It goes in part with watching scary movies so the girl grabs on at just the right time. He let her hold onto him, drawing her close against his short but lean frame as he wrapped her in his tail around her waist. 
Soon the world stopped spinning and it was absolutely dark. A soft beat could be felt more than heard, native american drums played on his music selection in a deep tribal invocation. The scent of sulfur was soon replaced with sage and other resins to tease the tongue when she opened her mouth. The floor was plush carpet and the AC was down to a cool 70.
Even though it was darker than death in here, his eyes saw it all as it was both his room and his mutation to see in the shadows. One of the reasons he brought her here was the fact that he knew his fridge had a high-chalorie vitamin infused drink meant to replenish him after a power-heavy work-out. It was usually reserved for x-men but it would count as a needed exception. His tail unwound from her waist like a warm snake to the cooler to grasp the bottle as he took her hands in his to set the ice cold cylender in her grasp.
"This will help better than everything in the kitchen, tastes like one of those whole wheat smoothies with black licorice. I got something to cut it, if you don't like it."[/quote][quote=LovelyAnastasia]
Asha wasn't sure exactly when they had stopped, still being dizzy and disoriented even after she heard the music in the dark. All she could really tell was that at some point his tail had wrapped around her waist and for some reason she felt a bit... flustered by it. Honestly though just noticing it had turned her thing warm shade of pink she hadn't seen herself turn before. It was a pale color though. In fact all of her was pale, compared to what she was usually. The last time she had been like this... Ah, she'd rather not think about it. Instead she focused, or tried to focus, on everything around her. And considering all of that... His tail slipped from her and his warmth was replaced with the smell of something more herbal and earthy, things she couldn't place. It was thick in the air, almost a bit heady, but comforting in a way.
And it was very dark here. Was this his room? She could see better than most people when it came to looking around in the dark, since she was mutated to (something a bit called for when flying around in the dark) but she was probably no match for him. Glowing softly in the dark, she was almost a bit intrigued at how her own illumination didn't seem to break down the darkness. She could only see faint shapes, this darkness so dense, unlike any she was used to, her eyes finding his shadowy figure. He really was like the night sky, although not full of different colored galaxies and stars, she could find the different shades of colors in the objects around him, though most of them undefined. But compared to all that, his figure was just a deep blue darkness. It was... incredible, really. It almost made her want to reach out and touch him again like she had in the kitchen. Ah...but she should probably keep her hands to herself... His hands fit over hers, the cool bottle placed in her grasp. She gave off an odd though almost unseeable shimmer, like ripples on glassy smooth water. Well that...had never happened before. 
This was confusing and intriguing and puzzling and nerve-racking and pleasing and comforting and ... and.. o-oh, her head hurt. Asha was dizzy and weak, but her stomach tumbled like she was still free falling without control. Was she sick? A cold maybe? Well with such low energy... Ah, she didn't want to think anymore. Accepting the drink she gave him a tilted smile. "Thank you," she said softly, her light nervously rippling again, as if in time with that odd fluttery feeling she had, "Do you think... Is it alright if I sit down?"[/quote]
[quote=knighthawk]
"Shirak."
It was a single word, but it was a word of power, one that dismissed the supernatural darkness he had woven into his room. Aside from everything else of being a teleporting ninja like his father, he studied the arcane arts to build up his connection to his mother. He was no Doctor Strange, but he had his little tricks. One of witch was the summoning of darkness from the dozens of runes carved into every wall and portal. It was his own extra protection from the worlds most powerful psychic as magic was a different form of energy from that one's specialty. Yes, Magnus had a healthy respect born of fear from a man who can make everyone in a square mile drooling idiots. 
With the darkness dismissed, the sun poured into his eastward window. Magnus winced and averted his face to the side like a vampire while pointing his finger at the window. "Dulak!"
The window blacked out and the room was illuminated by her sole presence, but without the magic she could see almost everything. Thick books sat beside pamphlets on racks lining the wall, three tables stacked with arcane implements such as wands and daggers. The source of scent was an ever smoldering batch of sage and other essentials sitting in a hot but lightless copper cauldron that bared no smoke as it just let its aroma fill the air. The music changed, shifting from native to nordic but still with the heavy heartbeat of a drum accompanies by deep chanting that droned in and out with the horns. Following the music the source seems to be coming from a small drum sitting beside the blacked out window.
"Yes, this is my room. Please sit."
Gently he took her by the shoulders and guided her down to the bed beneath the enchanted window. He himself didn't take a seat on the bed as he didn't want to seem too forward but he was not going to refuse any invitation she gave him, he was drawn to her like moth to flame. Even as the darkness of the magic had surrounded her, he could see how she shone even brighter if only by contrast to the darkness itself. 
Once she was settled into his bed, little more than a mattress on the floor with a Persian style pile of pillows to adjust with, he took his seat by a half flip to plant his feet on the ceilings shadow provided by her light and hung upside down to look at her not unlike a bat. He kept his hands at his sides to keep his shirt from sliding up too much but just a hint of his azure abdomen peeked out against the shimmering black silk of his suit. From his right thigh the pocket folded open from the gravity and a small thing slipped out to fall to the floor with barely a whisper, across the carpet it rolled until what looked like a crystal ball had come to rest against her foot.
"Sorry, thats mine."[/quote]
[quote=LovelyAnastasia]
Darkness was lifted lightly with just a single word by him, but he seemed to be sensitive the sunlight a bit like her. They seemed to have much in common, even with physical differences so vast. His room was small and well lived in, unlike hers. He had so many things that describe him as a person. All she had was the small bag in her room. But then again that seemed to define the life she had had pretty well. She sat, still staring at him, as if slightly entranced with his actions, his warm hand on her shoulder.
Drinking down the shake, she winced at the taste. It was something alien to her. But then again there was a lot to the outside life that she was unfamiliar to. And this boy. He was alien to her to. But as strange as it all was, it was beautiful and awe-inspiring. A strange beauty. But so achingly beautiful. And this thick scented smoke, swirling around her, her senses enchanted just like she had been enchanted by his complete mystic darkness. The music so foreign and odd sounding, yet so comforting. Asha drank down the rest of her drink, her rainbow lights gaining back some of their own mystic color. When he didn't sit wit her, she tilted her head in curiosity, before touching the spot near to her.
He hung upside down on the ceiling. If someone would of looked in on them, they would of thought how reflective the image might of been. Like an art work showing the two sides of yin and yang. Light and dark. Her softness, his hardness. Her ignorance, his knowledge. Then something fell out of his pocket and rolled up to her, its cool hardness resting against her foot. Curiously she picked it up, turning it over in her hands. Looking up at him she lifted it up, offering it back to him. 
"What is it?" she asked softly.[/quote]
[quote=knighthawk]
Magnus didnt remove himself from the ceiling just yet, even though she touched the space beside her. Taking the crystal back, he began to roll it over his fingers as he spoke in a slow soft hypnotic tone, letting her light dance over the crystal. He moved the rst of himelf as little as possible, letting the crystal become the focus of her sight and his voice the focus of her hearing.
"Its a crystal, nothing more. But is you turn it this way, and look into it... it will show you your dreams... But this is not a gift for an ordinary girl, do you want it?"
His movements were slow and careful. His hand was a series of contact juggling aided by her light to cling the crystal to his skins shadow. The rest of his body inched around, hand to tail to foot to settle himself beside her as he walked along the wall to the floor until his knees tucked in against her left hip. His breath rested upon the nape of her neck as he drew her hair around to the right shoulder.
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[quote=LovelyAnastasia]
Asha kept her ever changing eyes on him, even as he stayed in the shadows of the ceiling. He took the crystal from her, rolling it over his fingers in such an impossible way. Her light mixed with its crystal qualities, his dark fingers fluidly, gracefully turning it over and over, almost in a sensual kind of dexterity. Her eyes watched the crystal ball bend and swirl with every controlled movement his mustered. It was... entrancing, to say the least. Why...was he doing this to her? But she couldn't find the words to ask him.
He was careful, enchanting and slow, the light gleaming and shining off of the crystal he entranced her with. His fingers... his hands... He moved so slowly, it was like the thick heady smoke was making her slip into a dream. This shut off world, guarded by shadows. This was more than warmth and comfort and fluttering heat beats. Setting himself next to her, she couldn't help but be moved by this touch. Brushing her hair to the side, she tilted her head to the side, her eyes still on him and his crystal. The warm tickle of his breath on her nape, she let out a soft sigh. 
Her colors danced just beneath her skin, the mirada of colors so soft and delicate, dancing and swirling in such a dream-like way, she was sure this was not reality anymore. So she could act on impulse without fear or resignation. Her hand clasped his, capturing those strong fingers so easily able to swirl that crystal before her. Her other arm went up and brushed against the soft darkness of his shoulder. Her heavy lidded eyes shimmer, bewitched by him, drawing him closer to her, savoring him. 
"Should I want it?" she asked in a hush and sweetly troubled voice.
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[quote=knighthawk]
Magnus was as enthralled by her as she was of him. Her presence gave him a hope of a connection he thought long since lost when he left his true home. Part of him wondered what she would have been like in his world, the other part didn't care since she was with him here and now.Some people might think of Magnus as 'European' with his liberal love life and favoring drinks of wine to whiskey with the adults. So to say he was more experienced than her would be to say that wolverine is 'healthy'. That experience comes with certain expectations of others to be as experienced as him. When she grasped his hand and put her hand to his shoulder, he leaned in close so her voice would be a whisper in his pointed ear and his reply would be-
*Brrriiiinnng!*
...Cut off.
"Jigoku no chō sorera o chikushō roki!"
Mad as he was, the call had to be important, he programmed it to call even if put on silent or turn back on if powered down. He reluctantly left her hanging as he made a fist and teleported the few feet to his cellphone with the retro ringtone. He knew who would be on the other end of the line and so he spoke in a familiar tongue.
"Ja, Vater? Wo? Verstanden. Kann loki leiten."
He hung up the phone with a heavy sigh, things were going so well. He pointed a finger to a candle and spoke a simple incantation of 'Loki segen' to let it leap alight with fire. The room was now lit with a single candle and her celestial radiance that had him entranced with an aching desire to ignore the call. Part of him wanted to say with her to keep her safe, it would be still holding to what he was asked to do. But he was capable of so much more and he had a responsibility to everyone.
"Tuck your feet up."
His voice took a colder tone as he reached under her to pull out a spare uniform from beneath the mattress. It wasn't as good as the one in the medical lab, but it would work. His tail swept into the cabinet beside the bed to grab a spare bag of tools as he started to slip off his shirt. She could get a good clear glimpse of his tight frame and tattooed chest before he covered up with his ninjutsu gi. Next came the trousers and thankfully he had black silk boxers on for both their modesty sake. Not that he cared, he was going to his dark place and such things didn't matter. Kevlar gauntlets and tabi were both covered with hollowed hooked tubes like psychotic penny whistle, such were his kunai. Clipping his clothes closed was a belt with several pouches, each set with a different ninja tool of poorer quality than his current incarnation. 
"Stay here. Sleep, you need it. I'll be back soon."
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[quote=LovelyAnastasia]
Magnus had her heart racing like she had just run a marathon and it made her fall into the dizzying misty darkness. They were like a complete reflection of one another and it mystified her. He could make her stomach tumble and her skin tingle with just a touch of his multi-colored dark hands, his warmth enveloping her. It was like she was already sleep and dug deep into a sensual fantasy. The only reason pure naive Asha was so bold was because it didn't quiet feel real. People didn't touch her in reality, not willingly anyway. And she had never seen anyone like her, unable to mask themselves as a regular person. So she wanted to capture him, like he entranced her. It was a strange feeling to her.
But the shrill ring of a phone broke the swirling smoke of the fantasy. Like an alarm clock she was pulled out of her sudden boldness. His warmth, his scent, his touch, it was all replaced with cold air. That desire in her was cooled and sank in her stomach, hardening into a aching disappointment. At least he seemed as irritated as she was disappointed. Of course it made her flush three shades of embarrassed peachy red. The thick sound of German on his voice made her shiver slightly and she watched him calmly. When he spoke to her again it was clipped and short, a bit cold and distant too. But she wasn't offended by it. Instead she just did as she was told and hugged her knees to her chest, watching him, almost a bit shy in her leering of him. He undressed in front of her, so she couldn't exactly summon enough will to look away. Plus it was a good little peek.
He was lean and he had tattoos, which was a bit surprising. A kind of bad-boy attractive, which she was intrigued to find she liked. He had nice legs too, well worked and strong looking. She sort of hoped he wouldn't catch her examining him so intently. His uniform-like outfit replacing his regular clothes was interesting and a bit exotic looking, almost similar to her black out clothing. She knew what some of it was, but for she'd probably end up trying to find out more about it later. When Magnus spoke again, it was short and curt once more. Asha just nodded, ignoring the spike in excited golds that shot through her many peachy-reds and pinks. 
"Thank you," she said gently with a smile, resting her chin on her knees as she looked up at him. 
Once he left Asha took a few minutes more to look around, still sitting on the bed. She wouldn't go poking around, since it was of course his room and she not only didn't have permission, but it was his privacy as well. It was a comfortable room though, the smell of earthy scents and sounds of foreign and comforting music still lingering in the air. Slowly she laid down on his bed, her shifting colored halo of hair layering over the dark cloth of his bed. Sliding herself under the covers of his bed she turned on her side and closed her eye. Maybe this really was a dream. Her head was still swimming and her heart was still banging harder than marching band drums. Shyly burying herself in the dark sheets, Asha grinned to herself and let out a soft sigh, falling once more back into a warm darkness full of dancing crystal balls and sharp spade tailed shadows.
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