Nevaeh Reed
November 14, 2018 8:45 PM
Care for a swim? [Kyte] by Nevaeh Reed
The magic of the MARS rooms was not wasteful. It adapted to its occupants and did not overdo it. For Nevaeh, the water-centric room, just as the others, was always simple: a body of water, minimal detail. Perhaps it was a lake, or an ocean, or just some kind of pond. She had no means of determining this, so there was no need to determine it. The water simply was.She let Scout off his harness here, allowing him to roam free while she swam. Nevaeh was not particularly trusting and did not let her guard dog leave her side too frequently, but she knew the magic would never do something that could cause her harm. Though the water felt deep, it had to be shallow. And there was nothing dangerous within its blurry volume. So she could swim and think and be alone.
But she wasn’t alone, and she knew it immediately from the sound of the otherwise imperceivable door. It scared her, because she never knew how or if the room would adapt to its new guest, so she scrambled onto dry land, droplets of water rushing down her skin, so much of it exposed by her strappy blue two-piece suit. Her dark eyes struggled to focus on the intruder, and eventually she did manage to successfully identify the particular blur before her. “Kyte?” she verified. Nevaeh could tell by the way he walked; everyone’s stride was a little different, both in the motion and the sound of their steps. His feet were placated by the grass, but it was still the same.
The Aladren had come here for solitude, hoping it would appease her angry thoughts and calm the storm within her, but the isolated swim had not done so thus far. She was still so angry and so hurt, devastated and wholly unable to express it. And all of it was Isis’s fault: Isis and her secrets and her lies and her blossoming new family. Because Nevaeh had been a burden, something Isis still could not claim, but this new baby on the way was some kind of gift from God. Or at least, she was keeping this one.
So far Nevaeh had found nothing to alleviate this heavy ache. She had tried shouting and crying and even offered Isis a lovely teenage “I hate you”, but nothing made her feel better. But at Kyte’s presence, she found a small smile. Maybe she needed someone to lean on.
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Kyte Collindale
November 17, 2018 5:52 AM
I... It... that sounds.... good? by Kyte Collindale
Kyte and Raine had just finished a training session in the sports room of MARS. The latter had headed back to Teppenpaw to have a proper shower, whilst Kyte was quite content to just go jump into whatever body of water the nextdoor room offered him. However, on opening the door, thoughts of swimming were driven promptly from his head by the sight of Nevaeh scrambling out of the pool, practically naked and dripping wet. He wasn’t sure why the last point was important or appealing but it was. It… it made her shiny. Shiny was good. Nevaeh was very good. Limited clothing was very, very good. So, when you put all those together it was… it was… It was hard to think of words most of the time, and now there was shiny wet mostly naked Neveah. It was… really good.He wondered for a moment whether this was the real Nevaeh or a trick of the MARS room, but he had often thought about bikini clad girls before and it had never made them appear. Plus Scout was there. He had got somewhat varied and creative inside his head with the things he would like to do to Nevaeh but it had never included being watched by her service dog. Which meant this was real. Another clue was that her curves were also admittedly somewhat less ridiculous than they were in his head. But they were still damn fine. And glistening. And here. And real.
Kyte?
“Yeah,” he managed to managed to respond, glad the conversation wasn’t any more demanding than that. It always tripped him out a bit when Nevaeh recognised him without him, to his mind, doing anything. He knew she couldn’t see the details though. Like the fact that his jaw had gone kinda slack and he’d been starting at places that definitely were not her face the entire time since coming in.
“You look damn hot in a bikini, Neveah,” he informed her. Subtlety had never been Kyte’s strong suit. And in terms of pulling, it had generally worked in his favour. Ok, some people didn’t go for it. Ok, he had got slapped a few times by girls who weren’t into it and punched by one dude. But whatever. It was quick and to the point. There was no point dancing around each other trying to work out whether the other person thought you were hot and wanted to take your clothes off when you could just ask. Although for now he didn’t quite venture as far as telling Nevaeh that she’d look even better without her swimsuit on, deciding to see how that first remark went down first.
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