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Declan's hand slid up her back and to her neck.((Haha mine too. Priceless))
Josiah nodded
"See? You should get it anyday now." he winked spreading the comforter out.
Salem laughed out loud. "We can only hope!"
Declan pulled back, not wanting to rush it.Josiah threw the pillows down and grabbed the book he got with Salem earlier and layed down closing his eyes berifly.
Salem laid down beside him, her head on the pillow set there for her. "Storytime, huh?"
Josiah laughed and nodded"Yeah, seeing as it's almost one."
He turned do he was laying on his stomach and opened the book to the first page and started reading.
She twisted onto her side and rested her head in her hand, waiting for him to begin.
Josiah looked at the words on the page"In the beginning there was nothing." he said "Vast plains of nothing shrouded in mystery and veiled in stories that we sang. We were the ones that made something out of nothing, we were the creators, the ones that decided what needed to be nothing and what was something."
((Ok so I'm just making this shit up so if it doesn't sound good or make sense I'm really sorry))
((it's fine. I'm just excited for Josiah and Salem.))"It sounds kinda like the Bible, but from more than one person."
((Me too!Im like read quick Josiah!))"Well that makes sense, seeing as it's the Angels book." Josiah nodded and continued
"But we were foolish, we should have known that our creations would have bitten us, betrayed us. Leading some of our own away from The Ways that had been in place for eternity. With our most beautiful masterpeice we had also created our greatest mistake"
((hahahahaha))"Their greatest mistake..." she mused. "Hmm."
Josiah smirked but read some more"Who were we to know that The Fallen would love them in a way that we ourselves did not yet comprehend? She was born, the first of the Fallen's children, with hair as gold as the very sunlight that warmed the earth and eyes as green as the grass. She was revered, and loved by those who meant most to her. On the day of her fifth birthday it was made plain that she was not all she seemed to be."
"This is eerie. I love it, keep going," she murmured.
Josiah looked at her, his eyes reflecting the fire."There had been musings, whispers of a child like this among the Powers for near a millenea. But once she had been born and they looked apon her beautiful face, every inkling of the rumours was erradicated. Not to be spoken of again untill that day. As a gift, her father sang in the language of his past and the girl danced. Her small lithe body swirling and moving through the lyrics like something etheral calling to her the flame that kept them alive."
Salem watched his expressions and the way his mouth moved. She liked that.
Josiah thought about that"Lyrs are demons?" he mused "I haven't heard that one before."
"I wouldn't say demons," she said quietly. "Demons are evil, purely. Lyrs aren't."
"No they aren't. No, not demons." He said looking over the text again "They're the bloodline of the Fallen and the Majik. So that makes sense." Josiah said nodding
"Have you heard the stories about the Majik?" Josiah asked quietly, those were some of his favorite.((Oh GOD At one point Patrik DIDNT LIKE Salem! HOLY CRAP!!He loves her like a sister now!))
((I know! I loved that part...haha. But I like how the relationships have grown over these months of rping.))"No. I grew up as a labrat-slash-runaway. But I'd like to hear one."
((Yeah It's so awesome. They just get so much more complex and deep they get.))Josiah nodded closing the Enochian book.
"Alright. So what the Majik are is they were what the angels created to place on their peice of earth. They were given knowladge and gifts like the arts and some of their favorites could work with the elements. Not control but work with them in ways that the others couldn't. But there is a story of this girl, she could work with the storms. Every rainstorm that came she would go out and sit on the edge of the mountain that overlooked the entire world they lived in, she would go and sit there for hours on end just listening to the storm's whispering in her ear."
((*nod* It's the most awesome thing eva.))Salem smiled a little and urged him on.
((Hells yes it is))"One storm, one that was particularly bad, she forgot leave before the path got too muddy to find her way back down. She didn't mind that she was stuck there, she had slept there before, she just for some strange reason had the worst feeling in the pit of her stomach. It might have been all the storms angry whispering and the lightning's quick comments matched with the thunder's yelling may have just been a little much for her. Sitting against a large tree she just watched and waited, for what she had no clue.
"What are you doing?You'll get yourself killed staying out in thsi" she heard someone call to her. She looked around, trying to find the source of the noice.
Then she felt his hands pull her up
"I'm listening." she told him looking up at his green eyes
He laughed and looked around
"To what? This?" He asked pointing at the storm
"Yes! If you listen it has a lot to say." She said to him"
She was intrigued by the story. Listening to the storms.
"The boy, who spent his days trying to preserve the beauty of nature on paper was amazed."You can hear them?" He asked
"You can't?" she asked sweeping her hand through it
"You can't hear every sigh as the rain kisses the earth or your skin? Every painful sting when the lightning strikes? Every crying call of the thunder? It's a story. You just have to listen." she said staring
Josiah nodded"That one's always been my favorite. It really doesn't have a point and is random, but its my favorite."
((cue thunder storm?))
((Hells yes!))"It's amazing, and it does too have a point."
Rain began to fall in slanted walls of liquid silver. Each drop, each tantalizingly refreshing sphere, beat against the roof. Staccato rhythms accented by the crash of thunder, lightning breaking the sky in jagged halves and quarters.
Josiah smiled at the rain he closed his eyes listening to it. "The girl in the story has a point. How can you not hear this?" he said looking over at her "It's like not hearing your heartbeat when I'm lying next to you. It's something that goes unnoticed, but when you listen it's enoughto be the single most beautiful thing in your mind."
Her breath caught in her throat. "I can hear yours," she murmured.
Josiah nodded his eyes locking with hers he let his fingertips trail down her cheek bones and stop at her lips"It's enough isn't it?" he asked quietly
The silver in her eyes melted into warmth. "More than."
Josiah smiled and kissed her. This time seeming even more right than the last. Like this was how it was supposed to be.
Salem kissed him back, her mouth just knowing what to do. She put her hand in his hair.
((Ok I'll say it FINALLY!!!))Josiah moved so he was over her, one hand under her neck and just kissing her. Kissing her with so much raw and plain emmotion it made everything just that much more.
((*laughs*))She gasped, her skin tingling in every place they touched. Salem moaned, her arms tightening around him and her lips parting against his.
((Haha We've been waiting so long for this! Haha))Josiah kissed her cheek, her neck pulling on the neckline of the t-shirt she was in to kiss the base of her throat.
((I know! YAY!))By now, every touch on her hyper-sensitive skin was sending flares of pleasure and need through her. Salem's eyes closed and she took a quick, shallow breath.
Josiah pulled off his t-shirt dropping it on the ground next to them. His lips only leaving hers for a breif moment, his heart felt like it wanted to break out of his ribcage.
Salem traced circles on his back and chest, turning her face so she could kiss his neck by his ear.
Josiah got goosebumps down his arms he smiled tugging on the fabric of Salem's t-shirt, kissing the sliver of skin it exposed as he did so.
Once she could think a little more, Salem managed to get herself out of her tee.
Josiah smiled following a line up her abdomen leaving kisses behind on the soft skin there.
She shivered in delight and tugged on his hair gently in response to it.
Josiah looked up at her and smiled gently, his fingers making designs in the indent of her hips.
I love your smile... Salem kissed the corner of his mouth and the moved to his cheek, his touch at her hips making her gasp again.
Josiah smiled again kissing her nose, his finger catching on the sweatpants waistband. He pulled on it gently.
Salem brought her lips back to his, her hands travelling lower.
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Emmy laughed at that "Why do you always seem to like it?" just lmao))
"You'll ..."
((that's another of my fave moments. :D))
Salem smirked. "I've been working on it since I was, like, four."