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Mel hovers on the borders of Quiet..

melody - Thursday, April 15, 1999, 12:04 PM
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Melody whispers "Damn you. Why can't I hate you?"

A slight frown; Gregory watches you, and doesn't comment, simply holding 
you, and stroking your cheek. Finally, he murmurs, "Because I truely care 
about you."

You say, "I don't know why."

Gregory tilts his head to the side, "You don't know why...what?"

You say, "Why you care for me."

Gregory smiles, "Because you're a nice woman who cares for Iris, and Tracy, 
and others. You try your best, and are intelligent, and challenge me when 
we talk." He considers, then adds, quietly, "And I think you're beautiful 
and think about you, too."

You say, "You don't have time to think about me."

Gregory blinks, "I don't have time...?" He trails off, a bit confused.

You say, "With all the stuff you do...teaching and all that.."
Melody is in big-time denial or something.

Gregory lifts an eyebrow: he shakes his head, and sighs, "Mmm. I do think 
about you a great deal."

You say, "And what do you think?"

Gregory shrugs, "Mostly that you're a nice woman, and I like you. Just what 
you're doing." He speaks with a quiet dignity.

Melody says roughly "I can't fall in love with you."

Gregory nods, "All right." He accepts this.

You say, "And you don't care?"

Gregory shrugs, "Of /course/ I care." He sighs, "If I say I do, I push you. 
If I don't, I hurt you. What do I do? I just don't want to see you hurt."

You say, "I don't want to be hurt."
Melody kisses you suddenly, hotly.

Gregory blinks, and returns the kiss, a shiver running down his spine, his 
arms tightening as he melts into the kiss.

Melody fumbles with your shirt, emotions switching unpredictably right now.

He blinks as you fumble; he sighs, and whispers, "You all right, 
Melody...?"

Melody nods. "I need to feel the reality of you," she whispers. "I need it. 
I feel like I'm about to Quiet. Be real for me."

Gregory frowns slightly at that; his arms tighten, and he holds you close, 
leaning down to kiss your neck, gently.

You can almost feel additional barriers going up in her mind, against 
herself and maybe you, but her body is pliant as you kiss her.

Gregory frowns slightly at the barriers: He holds you, tightly, and 
murmurs, "I'm here...I'm here...it's all right.."

Melody slips her hands under your shirt and against your skin. The contact 
seems to help, lessening the frantic aura she's emanating.

Gregory murmurs, quietly, "It's all right..." He trails off, and brushes a 
hand down the nape of your neck, "It'll be all right."

Melody takes a deep breath and sighs. Your awareness tingles, but you're 
not sure quite what she's doing.

Gregory tilts a brow; he appraises you, and murmurs, "You'll be all 
right...really." His voice is soft.

Melody nods. "I'm just...feeling you."

Gregory asks, a slight blink slipping over his features, "Feeling me?"

Melody nods. "Sensing your life rhythms."

"Life rhythms?" He asks this as his hand caresses the nape of your neck.

Melody nods. "The heartbeat, th blood flow..you."

"Me? I'm just...well...me." Gregory shrugs, lightly, and motions with a 
hand.

You say, "You're more than you think."

"More than I think?" Gregory asks this curiously.

Melody nods. "If you'd drop your shield, I'd show you..."

Gregory nods slightly; he quietly drops his shield for you.

Melody links with you, her mind still closely shielded, but what you can 
reach is calming. She's learning to trust. Then she reaches over to the 
table, picks up her knife, and cuts herself.

Gregory jumps slightly as he 'feels' the cut, frowning, "What did you do 
that for?"

Melody smears her blood on your skin, and then you feel her moving...in? to 
you.

Gregory blinks; he frowns, looking down at the blood.

Your heartbeat is suddenly loud in your ears, and you can feel what she's 
doing: observing. Observing you. Every cell.

Gregory sighs, and lets himself feel, his arms wrapped around you.

She and you know exactly how long before you should eat again, and where 
the seam is on every broken bone. You can feel your hair growing.

Gregory tilts a brow, lightly: interesting. He lets her do as she wishes, 
holding her gently to him.

Melody then does something naughty...she runs a light finger over one of 
your nipples, just to feel.

Gregory blinks, and trembles slightly, peering towards you as you do that.

It feeds back a little, just a bit, making a circuit. You feel her feeling 
you.

A slight smile, and Gregory murmurs, "That's an...odd sensation."

You say, "Like it?"

Gregory considers; he murmurs, "It'd...odd."

Melody thins and cuts the mental contact, but keeps stroking you.

Gregory smiles, "You didn't have to stop."

You say, "I'll save it for another time, maybe."

Gregory pouts, "Aww..."

(They go on to the inevitable. Much later...)

Tracy raps lightly at the chamber door, tapping as he pauses in his 
wanderings evermore

No answer..but you can FEEL her there.

Tracy murmurs softly, "Melody? It's your brother...just stopping by for a 
visit before I go tend my garden..."

Silence. What's going on?

Tracy knocks louder, getting a little nervous now, "Melody?"

You hear a thump from inside, then a foggy "Huh?"

Tracy says, "It's Tracy. Are you allright?"

"oh....c'min, s'open..."

Tracy opens the door and steps in, looking about....

Melody is on the couch, looking more than half-asleep. She smiles at you 
drowsily.

Tracy closes the door behind him and murmurs, "Are you allright?"

Melody nods. "Just really, really sleepy." It takes a second for you to 
realize: she's got a blanket on, but apparently no shirt. The blanket is 
pulled up just enough to cover her breasts.

Tracy concentrates on her eyes after realizing that, "You do something to 
wipe you out sis?"
Tracy looks around a bit, "Not a good idea to sleep with the door unlocked 
Sis..."

You say, "No, I just sleep deep. There's no one to interrupt me.."

Tracy tousels his shimmering tresses and their red-and-gold highlights 
catch the light like fire. He shifts his weight from his left hip to his 
right and turns back to you with a spidery grace. "I'm sorry...I did not 
mean to wake you then sis, I just thought I would come by and say hello"

You say, "Come sit?"

Tracy nods a bit, moving delicately over to your side and taking a seat 
almost as though perching

Melody sort of wraps around you, curling you into her belly and resting 
one arm across your legs. She looks so tousled and mellow.

Tracy tries hard toignore the fact that you have no shirt, and likely 
nothing else on. Tracy his very warm and solid yet bears that almost 
paradoxal softness to him and gently he strokes your hair, looking upon 
your face.

Melody smiles up at you. She's not even conscious of her nudity. "Next 
life.."

Tracy says, "Pardon sis?"

You say, "Next life. Maybe I'll be lucky and Iris'll be your kid. Or 
something."

Tracy smiles, not sure how to respond to that one but his eyes are very 
soft as the sparkle in the light. "She has been my sibling in a couple of 
lives."

Melody says softly "I dreamed of you dancing with Lilly."

Tracy murmurs "Was she grown or still a baby in my arms?"

You say, "Still a baby. More a toddler, really, giggling."

Tracy smiles, "My baby as a toddler...she's such a happy girl. I think she 
most always will be..."

You say, "I'm sure she will be."

Tracy smiles a bit, gently touching your cheek. "I need to show you my 
garden some time. It is not completely mine, Viktor left it inmy care but 
it is slowly becoming mine."

You say, "Viktor?"

Tracy says, "He's a member of the Chantry...but he seems to have wandered 
off to other paths. HE was the first person to really help me out. I lived 
with him for a while before I met Iris.""

Melody ahs. "OK." She strokes your arm gently.

Tracy murmurs softly "I think you will love the place, it is a marriage of 
nature and technology, but the garden area is mostly nature. I am building 
up a full lab off to the side of the main area. That is where I was on my 
way to while Iris and Lilly are napping."

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **Melody brushes the outside of your 
shield.**

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): ** Tracy's mind is not quite disciplined 
enough to really shield, what you brush against is his outter self, his 
public mind. You feel warmth and love, a few sparks of confusion, and the 
depth of being comfortble.**

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **Melody firms the contact. ** Show me the 
ships? ** Her touch is almost stoned, still sleepy, but wanting to know.**

Tracy smiles warmly in the physical world and suddenly in his mind you 
find yourself amidst a sea of stars. The vastness is much more poignant 
than looking up at the sky...this is to be amongst them. Something is off 
to the left, out of focus just yet...

Melody watches in your mind.

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **There is a rushing whisper, like a gentle 
wind and a vaguely swan shaped craft slides past what seems to be a view 
port. It's metal sails are extended into space like almost a honeycomb of 
wings and from them there is a soft glow like they are slightly out of 
phase with everything else. Gleaming like a star itself the almost fragile-
seeming craft seems vaguely like a Victorian era cutter, but the 
resemblance is like comparing a seed to a blooming rose.**

Melody takes in a slow breath. Her arm tightens on your leg. 
** Beautiful...**

Tracy smiles distantly, his eyes in the stars...

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **You loved it there.**

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **I loved it there, yes. I am an Explorer. 
That is but one Ethership, we were on our way to Arcadia base on the dark 
side of the moon. I loved it there, but I also love it here. There is a 
balance, an explorer must have roots to return to.**

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **Will you ever go back?**

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **Eventually, yes. When I have my own ship and 
crew."**
Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **Or if ever I simply need to take a Son of 
Ether Vessel to a Horizon Realm.**

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **Melody caresses gently, a soothing feeling. 
**I'd miss you. Unless you took me with you. ****

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **Tracy takes pleasure in the carress, 
enjoying the rapport he has with you even as you feel his burning, 
intense, love for Iris suffusing everything in his mind. **If you wished to 
go with me, I would certainly not be opposed. I hope to take Iris as 
well****

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **Melody is too experienced at links to let 
you catch her flinch. ** One day. Maybe I can learn Spirit...and walk with 
you. ****

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **I would very much like that.** you can 
sense his mental smile **Very much. I will bring you with me if you like 
once I can make Dimensional Gates with a ressonance the right frequency to 
bring accross more than just me.**

Melody looks up into your odd-eyed face, touching your cheek gently. 
** Brother. Called across the worlds to be with us. **

Tracy smiles upon you warmly, gently reaching out to carress your cheek. 
**This world holds so much more meaning for me than the one I left behind**

Melody's fingers tingle warmly on your cheek, her other hnd just touching 
her blade.

Tracy gasps softly, his warm eyed gaze widening just slightly. He cocks his 
head a bit to one side, hsi baby-soft cheek warm and delicate feeling 
beneath your fingertips. The warmth has his mind intrigued

Yes, it's magick, but it's not Life. ** She has your skin, ** Mel thinks 
openly.

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **My skin? She has my complexion, though it is 
lightened by her mother's...**

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **The softness.**

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **Your fingers are very soft and very warm**

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **Melody can't explain what she's doing in 
terms you can understand, although she tries. Kaleidoscoping images of 
lines of fire and pulsing waves fill your mind, but they don't match what 
you know.**

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **Tracy's mind wraps around one or two 
concepts here and there, but mostly it is lost on him. He tries very hard 
to grasp it and you feel the depth of his intellect make the attempt very 
vastly**

Melody slows down, trying harder. It's still not enough, but she's trying.

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **As you slow down, you catch images here and 
there, like translations. He's not able to truely graps it but his mind is 
forming a basic foundation in order to already. Molecular agitation via 
sonic Etherial ressonance creating frictional heat...**

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **Melody loses you in turn.**

Tracy murmurs, "Sis...I cannot comprehend it, not yet...but you've given me 
a start..."

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **It's Forces.**

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **Forces...All the Powers of the Universe...
the elemental energy of the Etherial Ressoance keystone...**
Tracy shivers...

Melody's warm fingers stay there, still tingling slightly. Electricity at a 
VERY low level? Maybe. It's not painful.

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **Tracy seems to finally gie up on 
understanding for the moment, unable to grasp it your way anything more 
than just theoretically if that. He settles into simply enjoying your 
touch**

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **Melody keeps it platonic. She inserts the 
memory of brushing your hair and how much she enjoyed it.**

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **Tracy's mind flashes to the brush he has in 
his bag, the product of his lack of link-discipline rather like the memory 
of how much he enjoyed you brushing his hair which washes over you.**

Melody chuckles softly. You sense if you wanted to get it, she wouldn't 
mind.

Tracy blinks, still suprised by how much information traverses the link. He 
nods fractionally, his mental voice giving you an image of a very young 
Tracy whose mother so loved to brush his hair. There is a sensual need for 
it. He needs touch far more than even he realizes. HE reaches for his bag, 
pulling the brush from the outside pocket and handing it to you.

Melody sits up, the blanket falling to her waist. She doesn't seem to 
notice. Rather, she gathers up a handful of hair, letting you feel how much 
she enjoys the smell and texture.

Tracy closes his eyes and inhales deeply. The waist length tresses are well 
cared for, exceedingly well cared for. They are so fine, however, they need 
the brushing because the feather-light locks tangle easily. They are so 
soft it is like holding a cloud and so fine they flow like water between 
your fingertips if you are not careful. The poignant scent of jasmine 
carresses yoru nostrils almost teasingly, he does not notice your nudity 
anymore. He does not know what your nude body looks like because he has had 
to force himself, you realize, to keep from looking but now simply relaxes 
with you as though your nudity is afterall only natural.

Melody lets you feel her appreciation. Pretty boy? You are a work of art. 
The angels should BE so lucky. You feel the sensual caress of your hair 
against her skin, and how she appreciates it apart from any sexual 
feeling. This..this is alive.

Tracy blushes deeply but you feel the warm place in his heart set aside 
just for you. No one else's place but you, even if Iris and Lilly has a 
place he truely loves you and only his love for Iris has ever kept that 
platonic. Your approval means alot to him, and that you approve so of how 
he looks and feels adds to his self confidence in ways only you can 
understand ebcause yu feel the force of it in his mind.

Melody leans her forehead on your back for a moment, breath a bit ragged. 
She damps the emotion in the link so as not to flood you. The brush begins 
to work its way through the ends of your hair, that sensual tug and caress 
of the untangling.

Tracy curls his fingers and lets out a long, long sigh. You feel his chest 
expand and contract in slow breath as you lean your head against his back. 
He is as supple as a cat, his strength the sort that comes from an 
inordinate ammount of natural greaxe and adroit.

You mindsend to (Tracy) with: **Melody caresses you, feeling your enjoyment 
of the hairbrushing ritual as she draws the brush smoothly through the long 
locks.**

Tracy mindsends to (Melody): **Tracy gains satisfaction on a level even 
more fundamental than sexuality. You can feel the shivers up his spine now 
and again as he gives you ccomplete trust and just enjoys the sacrament of 
touch.**

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